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Day #11: Untitled


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A gravestone marker and bottle

Gray and mottle

Eighty-two years

Objects and tears

An immigrant, a boat person

Feelings worsen

Remembered loss

Pain at a cross

Mementos are all that is left

Something bereft

Ribbons, bamboo

Death nothing new

Blech … this the first one where I feel like I’ve forced something out.  This is supposed to be Minute Poetry.  Syllables:  8, 4, 4, 4 and 8, 4, 4, 4 and 8, 4, 4, 4 and rhyming pattern:  aabb,ccdd,eeff

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