November 14th 2021

Ghost Birthday

The days are growing gone.

Familiar light folds

along a field, 

a room. Other feet

have known this water.

Something moved once

moves still.

Wavelengths of voice,

reflected hue,

related to cheeks

now elsewhere

are going onward, out.

Heart, they’re vaster 

by the year.

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