Thursday, August 26, 2010

Less Rich

children come and go who can
not be sad the neighbor girl is
saddest of all but briefly while
our absences go on for years

we live with all souls all time
losing and gaining presences
ourselves possibly away but
usually here while we can be

not pain but the shimmer of
caring for others being part
of ourselves less rich without
paid with inevitable parting

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