New poem ‘these cogitations still amaze’

‘these cogitations still amaze’

Fresh grief bleeds. We wait for the scab
with dullness and anger.
Our losses don’t bear solemn thought
until they’re all we can think about.

This is a pre-grief warm-up.

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Born when atmospheric carbon was 316 PPM. Settled on MST country since 1997. Parent, grandparent.

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