Daylight—another dawn of your
Shaping, another morn brought down
On my head like pristine hammer
To battered anvil, nicks and dings
And scars to contrast your shining.
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This day of all days marked as the
Last of the year of your leaving,
Signed by us (if not by you) for
A fleeting moment’s reflection
On the gone year’s gains and losses.
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From this seat on this day it seems
All loss—clouds lurking behind full
Sun’s brilliant disk, dark swallowing
The stars’ glimmer, death shadowing
Life’s shallow breath, each timid step.
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You speak a firm—No—and cause the
Bare branches chatter—Touch the cold
Trunks and feel the life thrumming, breathe
The brittle air and find fullness
Beyond dying—pain free, new day.