Closer To Death

What is it in us, that we carry ties
of blood, of friendship, kinship with the land
throughout our lives, as if to keep in hand
what was? Closer to death within the rise
and fall of days; change sweeps all in its path
aside— or subtly, within the flow
of years it alters all the things we know
and leaves us strangers in the aftermath.

I recall my mother sharing books
with children who would read her gentle looks.
Like phantom limbs, I feel the loss of mates
and conjure up a catalog of fates.
I hear the wild cacophony of bellows
from two boys chasing rainbows through the shallows.

Closer To Death

Daniel Barlow

Plant City, United States

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