this thing,
this thing called dying.
and yet
we're surprised
that anyone could possibly
die.
how could they?
they were here
just yesterday,
we shook hands
after a night
of hard drinking
and said goodbye.
he was the picture
of health.
he had his golf clubs
with him.
a gift from his wife.
all new for Christmas.
he just shot par on the back
nine.
had an eagle.
we made plans for Sunday.
his mistress
and mine.
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