you hear through the grape vine
about the death
of your sister's ex husband.
a true outlaw with
a rap sheet a mile long.
they throw his ashes into the river.
down by the old
lighthouse
where he used to stand on the banks
and smoke
and drink,
his line cast out as far
as it could go.
everything i knew about him was
second hand news. half lies,
half truth.
the deeds done. the life of crime.
repentance. but
there was good in him too.
a circle he never quite
escaped from
until now.
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