After Packing my Suitcase for the Funeral Then I turn to a portraitof you at the piano (Were you 12 or 13?),your smile the same one I sawin the last days when moving was hard. Your long fingerslike a metronome holding rhythmon the bedding. At the funeral,we will cry. We will let you go, ashes […]| Reflections on the Teche
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