Date:         Sat, 27 Jul 1996 12:46:40 EDT
From: tink <mbarker@MIT.EDU>
Subject:      SUB: Re: A Death in the WRITERS Family
To: Multiple recipients of list WRITERS <WRITERS@mitvma.mit.edu>

This is dedicated to Daniel and Becca, along with all the others who
are hurting today.  It's not as good as they and you deserve, but it's
the best I can do at this point.

If anyone is waiting on the weekly exercise, there will be one, but it
may take me a while.

tink
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a day, a life, and night

a sudden gust
my old umbrella bends
ribs clutch tight
black-edged world
where grey awaits

rain pours down
and I
sit.
stunned.
silent.
unwilling to believe.

every day has a sunset they say.
sometimes evening breezes whet reality
quiet kitty' claws shred the fog.
sometimes sunset grows again
glorious, bright, lazy; linger long and slow.
and sometimes. sometimes.

Short. sharp.
a sudden plunge into darkness.

words falter.
eyelids blink, as a sudden whuff clears nose blamed unjustly for the
emotional excess of sorry do drops...as tears drip.

Pass beyond, and on the other side, a sunrise.
She walks in beauty now, a memory for all times.

Another sunset filled
Full of life, and full of joy.

another sunset
fades into darkness.

and I sit, clutching my old umbrella,
waiting for the cloud's tears to pass,
silent
again.

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