I. The Unfastening

Photo Credit: Guy Lewis

            …In that twilight
flakes of the first snow came out
of the wind like fireflies, and ancient

stained rags of canvas swayed
in the doorway. Where I was was
not there, but there, not the living place
she remembered over and over,

but also dying…

                                                  –”The Afterlife”

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