HALLOWED PLACES
A streetcorner
An intersection
The drive up a hill
Places halo’d
By those who lingered there
Sharing time with me
Words, lives, coffee
Precious then
Aware, now
Too late for a good “Bye”
Last conversations lost
Clumsy talk
Nowhere near the mark
So
undone
Would I want to say, “It’s done?”
I grieve --
And attend
Wait for it . . . more
DRK
7/19/24
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