For the living, water. And now,
you’re all the wells mined for their depth.
All of the silence
& all of the alls I can conjure.
You are not in the living room.
You are not in your chair.
I drove to the end of the world today.
Snow in the forecast,
so I left my bicycle
& the other half of your ashes at home.
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