Others will be what you are remembered for.
Kind attentiveness to many
over many years.
You are too young to leave Earth, my friend,
green branches that grow from your scalp and chin
just beginning to yellow.
Oh how I wish that for once you’d reveal
the eggs in that nest where you brood so mysteriously.
When did you come by them. What is their color.
What song do they promise.
Why the need
for your silent and ceaseless protection.
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