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past due
february always find you folding
local papers open to the faces
"passed away," to wonder what they are holding
in those hands we're never shown the places
formal photographs refuse to mention
his tiny feet, the birthmark on her knee
the tyranny of framing our attention
with all their eyes no longer see
and darkness comes too early, you won't find
the many things you owe these latest dead
a borrowed book, that check you didn't sign
the tools to be believed with, beloved
give what you can to keep, to comfort this
plain fear you can't extinguish or dismiss
Beautiful write. The flow, the words, everything. Nicely done