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Jamaica Plain, July 2009

Tonight belongs to grieving.

There’s no more in between.

Evening’s light is leaving.

My son unlocks the screen.

I do not beg them stay.

They must be on their way.

The sun will run its course

and leave me here tonight.

It shoulders no remorse,

nor is my son contrite.

Assured and passing through,

they both have work to do.

I’ll wait here in the dark.

My traveling days are done.

Tonight, the sky is stark.

There’ll be no midnight sun.

Grief’s countenance is stern,

not easily unlearned.