by Field Stone Poets
Stones do not contain them, by Sylvia Adams
There are times when the dead don't want to know us.
We look for them at the corner store, sniffing a melon
We find them living in trees, or the flat above us,
Have they given up waiting for us - we who are so slow -
(from Tilting, p. 15)
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