Erasure

I.
There is a closed book lying
where you once sat
and, I cannot lift the cover

to see through
to your erasure six
months, six

months
in making. When a child
I never asked
to be stunned- just kept

moving upward on a string
of revolving daylight.

II.
Once, we floated
half-wild beasts worshiping
an infant sun.

Only to sink
leaden

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Author's Note

2012