To think:
You have enough gravity
in you, to keep
your very molecules
from scattering downwind
like Dad’s ashes.
Picture that you don’t.
Little bits of you take flight as a
northwesterly blows off the sea.
Bits in Pomes and Epigrams
- April 4, 2019, 8:02 a.m.
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Last updated April 14, 2019
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