Intimations of Mortality
(For Trent Hurry)
Surprised to find within my breast
A heartbeat flutter from of olde
I lay my hand upon his head
And cried the tears that did unfold.
But you were ever gay, I said,
Though nay are not now so.
And my sweet soul has gone and fled
To find thee here and now.
I smiling kissed his hoary lips
And smoothed his wrinkled brow.
Then fast turned up those sullen lids
And loved the smile that death undid.
March 10, 2008/June 16, 2008
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