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Shakespeare's Monkeys

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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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