Lawrence
Hall
My
Brother Lost His Wife
Which sounds as if he misplaced her,
like car keys
But she has gone away, as must we
all
Into those far-beyond mysteries beyond
our poor knowing
And leaving us vacuums and vacancies
And he is sorting out bills to be
paid
Her nursing license which will not be
renewed
The bits and bobs to be given to the
children
Daily remembances in all the little
things
His days are mysteries
Filling in the great emptiness in
his life
and all the small
ones
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