The Day He Died

in #poetry7 years ago (edited)

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THE DAY HE DIED

    For Lonny Kaneko

That morning I pruned
the red lace-leaf maple tree,
branches bleeding sap

into a still-cold
soil, crows circling over
my head. Early light

spoke of promises
the earth has made forever,
that all will grow back

in time. I believed
only in impermanence,
the falling away,

loss, pain, struggle, death.
Crows laughed on incoming wind,
knowing the full truth.

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