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Meditation on Loss at Passover Like parsley in salt water
I am grieving for the long bondage broken.
The period of the sentence defines the end of a bright hope.
The solid end offers a beginning I cannot see for the mist of tears.
When the sentence was spoken, I thought I was dead. Something died.
I am still here wherever that is. I can't say yet.
That harsh solid period was followed by a long full stop silence.
Here is not where I thought I would be, waiting for the world to begin again.
Just before I was laughing, yes, and strong.
Now, post period, I am just waiting for the next movement,
Surely there will be a new sentence.



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