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Colleagues Who Die

Rating: 3.9

Colleagues who die
kept in my rolodex
alive in circulation
flipping round in ritual
procession,
propped up by the living.

Looking for someone else
I sometimes encounter one of them
like a lone winter leaf still clinging to a tree

A silent abandoned phone number, a boarded up building
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Linda Preston 28 March 2005

Yes, this one definately works for me.

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Carol Shaw 15 February 2005

Michael, Good images in this poem. In the end what is left of us but a name on a card somewhere? ! lovely.

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