Best Unmourned Poems

the flowers he is holding are just one of the reminders
of that grief he is holding on so rigidly,
prompting a picture of his wife, sniffing the same flowers
as she walked the aisle, he smiles stupidly.

now he reaches the place his wife’s resting, as a ritual
it’s...

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You were not present.
Far from the pallid sky- 
in the graveyard, 
the marbled tears 
had become the eyes.

The meanness of the grill.
It will not fix the sun.
I stand by a river,
which was very thirsty-	
very deep.

The silent flight of a 
white falcon takes a dive- 
for...

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