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THE WATERCOLOR EULOGY

for Melissa Carroll

When you leave my mind,

the last piece of you to leave

is your hands.

When you go to the earth

the last part of you visible

above what is either sand or clay

isn’t a hand, but a glowing shroud.

The black goose

with your name in its throat

and my name in its stomach

will cough you up with her hoots: