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24 April 2012

Cold expanse

Snow flow past needle greenery,
weighted branches reaching up again,
rejecting their burden.

Grave fill and unhallow make,
erase the granite marker
etched and chisel-chipped.

His mourners dress in color
and yearn to leave the crowded room,
feel want to join the headlight trail reverse,
weave home,
and safe in home
that even Time will end.