I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world, to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')

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17 February 2010

The First

She is dead.
He remembers loving her,
finds photos from her youth
(I mistake one for their daughter)
wants to go to her funeral
‘I think I should’
would hitch-hike for days
to get there, until
I remind him he’s 81
and married to me now.

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