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Bereft
It happened so slowly we nearly missed it
the slipping away,
unceremonious,
inconsequential,
like a candle extinguished
on the church mantle
or a worm
wedged in some crevice
drowning in the long winter rains.
A heart
frozen by inattentive hands,
long cool nights
in beds
with crisp sheets
never turned down,
threads worn thin
from the fretful movement
of a body wasting in its
spiritual excrement,
until…
there was a death in the family today.
~ Composed by Bonnie Nish
Publication: Undercurrents
Las Positas College Anthology
1999, Livermore CA
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