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The Loss

Not a man

that survives the movement,


but a movement

that survives the man.

               It ain’t me,

               it’s us!


Not the tyranny

of addiction.

               Not Trump!


One can leave,

one can leave…


I was walking

with my son


on another beautiful fall day –

               and somewhere along the line

               I decided to spend my life with you –

recused of shame


and pity.

It’s the loss


of what coulda been, and was,

that is the most mournful. 


The very light

of day.



Posted 10/20/19
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