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Saturn greets the end of another day I've been given, one you have
only beneath this pine, next to this scraggly oak, this perpetual sky.
In late middle age I pedal my bike to your side, trying to preserve
what days remain, these summer dusks, this gentle love I've found.
I hold the curtain open, I hope, for all the years apart from you.
My own children are still the parts of us that got scattered, these fine
and magical brothers stand behind the window where your shadow falls.
Every blade of grass around your stone has now been perfectly trimmed
and tossed to the wind.
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3:33 PM
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