May 17, 2025
More in Release the Hounds old friends drift past
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Three white cloads ached by under blue blue skies under each, the unknowable:
the heartbeats of strangers the whistful wishes of friends and endless kindness.
Each a story of death unspoken, dramatic billowing grief and peace
i listen with patience and watch your eyes water, watch you turn
away to the west, desert cacti seem hopeful each unwritten tale
of life walking past on cushions of wind and sunlight.
Then, gone.
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