In One Year
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In one year, and another I shuffled
Rummaging in your collection of relics
The ones that beat to the staccato rhythm of your heart
The ice hockey puck that convulsively jumped at your feet
as the Bruins scuddled over the ice
The orangy leather vintage man-bag that trundled with your wide striding feet over the undulating wolds
The sweet tableau of poems piquant
approved by your large consenting hand
This year foraging for the genius that is you
unearthed silent as a planet
Lay your well worn baseball mitt
I slid my fingers into the softened leather
In some sort of hallowed communion
Sixteen years into your death
I held your hand
In One Year
