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The Lost Woman
My mother went with no more warning
Than a bright voice and a bad pain.
Home from school on a June morning
And where the brook goes under the lane
I saw the back of a shocking white
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Missing You (parts 4 & 6)
Missing You
4
The rainbow is not enough,
nor the flood
My eye can't see enough,
nor my ear absorb sufficient silence
January is not enough,
nor June
Books are...

How It Is
How It Is
Shall I say how it is in your clothes?
A month after your death I wear your blue jacket.
The dog at the center of my life recognizes
you've come to visit, he's ecstatic.
In the...