< KFL 2/14/27 – 1/24/01 >
Still, tonight, two decades later,
three days and only three hours
into our shared Aquarian silence
it seems like no sun will ever rise again.
Tonight’s winter stillness recalls
the cold that fell on you that night;
foreshadows the inescapable cold
that will fall on us all soon enough.
I’m remembering you tonight, Mother;
I’m almost below zero, remembering.
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Writers’ Pantry #54