the balloon of her life
has fallen.
the air
out, the basket on the ground.
we take
her now where she needs
to go,
the body.
but she's already
gone.
what we're left with
is something else,
beyond us.
beyond our blind ways,
our weak
faith
our careless days.
Monday, June 25, 2018
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