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Body Coffin Life 

02/15/2017

Inside a pine box, 

not what is gone. 

The pine box 

itself is not a tree

gone. 

Box and contents, 

inside and out

simply are 

this occasion 

now with its own 

befores and afters. 

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4 Comments
  1. another lovely poem to be read alone,

    with a space in between:

    simply

    one more life occasion,

    it has another life story.

    The life that she still is,

    deceased . . .

    now has

    another’s life story.

  2. The spaces in between,

    is to rest.

    A poem such as this

    has gifts,

    momentarily,

    to be taken

    as it

    is given.

    The receded story

    becomes again,

    as it is

    restated,

    remade

    to be retold.

    And,

    sometimes it is not.

  3. thank you, Martin.

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