This day I think of an old friend who could not bear
the drudgery of his life despite the appearance of a
well-labelled suitcase & stories no one could rival
despite the blooms & deep roots his blight could not
be managed or defaulted
he tried to leave once before only to
be revived like a plant with some miracle grow
tied up to a stake & placed under a fluorescent
but the brighter the light
the darker the shadows
he tipped his pot
he spilled the dirt
he left a mess
he left us all
he left the air around us
heavy & a cracked pot no one
could re-assemble.
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