Our dead arrest us as we wereFrozen and heavy as facesBeneath the glassy riverUnder a darkened sky.
I do not know how to wind bandages around broken toes or brace the sprains you…
Bruce — RIP
Hands swaying in the air like branchesFeet moving at an unstoppable speedDancing to the beating drum withinLooking through faces…
crashing into himfeels as a burst of lightemanating only through splendid twilightit is not lovenor lust nor simply a…