your body was a murder
of crows in the forest. a way
for me to see the end, to look out
over the ledge and find nowhere to go
but up.
a good man’s love. eyes with no
light lie still in their sockets
as if they were stones worn smooth
by the water that never stops
rushing.
this sadness swells like a grape. loss is
a sunrise. God is someone to fall on.
your hound returns to me, tail wagging
at the door. his claws scrape my world
raw.
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