September 30

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poetry

If you had stayed until after
dawn you would have seen

the strangest sky, all white,
fog roiling like smoke,

dampness obscuring
the sun yet compounding it,

blindingly diffuse.
How could the words

come as a surprise?
But loss cannot be

anticipated
entirely, yesterday

was one side and this
is the other. One less.

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