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watching my wife upon finding my body

dewdrops cover the naked
corpse of my cold-skinned lover
like a wool blanket
on a cold march morning

the snow melted
the floods still weeks away

this will be the holy water
here atop this brown grass
below this blue sky
along this black river

forgive me, dearheart
I sob, as we lay together
in a tired gray dawn;
our last morning

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