that was 10 years ago
when we were both alive
and nobody was going to die
planning and jiving
joking making books
getting into quarrels
with literary figures
today a white bank
of bright snow with
some mud on the top
of your grave the snow
so bright as sun jumps
from behind a cloud
it makes my eyes tear
i never noticed
the wildness of wind
never noticed
how many leaves
never noticed
the depth of sky
never noticed
the tallness of trees
until i stood at your grave
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