I.
Last night, I dreamed of the hero again
Each year the mountain fades
Trees, once full of leaves,Blur to green
Eight short years was all it tookto chart his course from cradle to grave — everybody mourneda life cut short yet…
Now there’s a dying & a dying into& a dying before— the Spanish have more than30 words for love, yet I failed the lexicon, when…
He is on the phone from Krakow telling me about the Polesold farmers who won’t take theirjabs and university professors…
I am present I am here I am all and everything
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I think the thoughts thousands have thought before
