Many Thanks, my Brother

​

Dead men are heavier than broken hearts.

What’s the bother

old friend? What

after all did Occur? I read

your book of poems. I

remember your talk of Olson.

He (and you?) now dead. I

look into the mirror and

see your face. I think

of what became of my

other half. And now

this rhyme – I laugh.

We had our time, that life

together, fiercely cold

Canadian weather. Then?

What happened to my wife.

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