now is for understanding
these things of today
if they ricochet
if they ricochet
the things of tomorrow
merely play at
pilgrimage
in concessions unexamined
a syllabus of my grief
in the way
the assignment compulsory
each option an arsenal
each option an arsenal
regret every rule
she does not take me with her
but I carry her everywhere
a sort of possession
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Pic: A hike through Central Park South after a trip to the Farmers' Market with Big A. Although this looks woodsy, all this is right in the middle of town, and Big A made me laugh by pointing out that our usual movie theater was visible on our left.
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"a syllabus of my grief" - oh, Maya. xo
The last stanza--absolutely perfect and incredibly insightful. I'm in tears, and I send you all my love, my dear friend.
Take care.
Your words -- they come from the gut and speak of the aching of the soul.
This is so beautiful!!! I especially loved the last stanza.
<3
<3, Nicole
Sorry this comes at a time of grief for you too, Nance <3
Thank you.
Oh, Jeanie! Thank you.
Thank you, Lisa <3
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