the lamp filled with the broken light of our universe sits square on railroad tracks in the path of the storm photograph
in lamp-lit rooms
& the arms of our beloved
the tears we shed.
Only the breath of the living
may redeem
the tears of the dead.
I am too dry to weep.
Nevertheless
breathe with me now,
beloved.
#poem 2/2: L.C. Goodwin
#art Abby Thompson
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