Day 502: A Sister
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the good that returns
again and again
to a place
is a good that remains
in it’s absence.
it’s the soul of a sister
who –
though fleshly gone
held in time anon –
still lingers
like a cinnamon scented breeze.
and when you whistle for the wind
in late summer heats
you still know her
as she comes.
good
is knowable
like silence.
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