Lawrence Hall
My Brother Lost His Wife
Which sounds as if he misplaced her, like car keys
But she has gone away, as must we all
Into those far-beyond mysteries beyond our poor knowing
And leaving us vacuums and vacancies
And he is sorting out bills to be paid
Her nursing license which will not be renewed
The bits and bobs to be given to the children
Daily remembances in all the little things
His days are mysteries
Filling in the great emptiness in his life
and all the small ones
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