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Published: April 26, 2007 02:49 pm
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The Parting
Susan Livermore of Wilmington
They delude themselves --
these shavings of stained glass,
strewn like broken hearts
on the fading forest floor.
Each bears a parting gift,
a goodbye,
in shades of passion and
shades of peace;
grace,
before all dignity, is squandered.
But death
has crawled upon their backs,
camouflaged against the
very celebration
of its coming.
And death
has stolen their final words,
snatched their hope
for a legacy.
They flutter down
to death's door,
a whisper,
unprepared to abide
in the perpetual melancholy
of a withered wonder.
Beauty
has come before
the fall.
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