the age of loss - Amrita Skye Blaine

[Larry Robinson]

the age of loss

every day a new reminder
an ache a twinge
minuscule shift,
but there—
harbinger
marking a different time
new signposts
come    grow    go

a friend reported
my brother died
I’m the last one standing
her gaze hummed grief
and comprehension

before, a distant veil
floating our way
now here
raw
obdurate
inevitable
the clouds pile
look—
how majestic they are

      - Amrita Skye Blaine



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