A small tree leans against a wall. The windows, frozen over<\/p>\n
lakes. There is no sky. Day and night.<\/p>\n
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Somewhere, grief is a place<\/p>\n
no one is dying from. Heavy organ music. A cathedral, hymning the half-dark.<\/p>\n
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If you know anything, it is that a child dies at least once<\/p>\n
in childhood.<\/p>\n
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You remember snow. Its quiet. How no one came.<\/p>\n
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How time can make small that which is no longer small.<\/p>\n
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Still. Imagine it is just another night. A cocktail and a cigarette in hand. A friend<\/p>\n
saying, take care,<\/em> before putting on a coat and getting in a cab. The snow, flitting<\/p>\n under streetlights. The moon laid across the lake by the park.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Imagine a life that you wanted to be yours. How you asked<\/p>\n to deserve it. Blue oars. A boat on a lake clear as harm.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Imagine some forever no one has named<\/p>\n heaven. Where loneliness is a mask<\/p>\n one is forgiven when it is taken off.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n The last thing said or not said. Its sudden importance.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n And all is blue. Day and night.<\/p>\n And all is blue. Day and night.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" And all is blue. Day and night.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"featured_media":7425,"template":"","categories":[9,49,119],"tags":[889,1881,1882,201],"class_list":["post-7423","article","type-article","status-publish","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-aquifer","category-literary-features","category-poetry","tag-aquifer","tag-chelsea-dingman","tag-christmas-eve","tag-poetry"],"acf":[],"yoast_head":"\n