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The Wilted Sky

And the aura of grief

Photo by Ylona Maria Rybka on Unsplash

Sadness hovers in the clouds A flag at half-mast The crows scatter The night has wilted in the sky without a moon to shine a light

The father’s car is in the driveway His golf clubs are in the garage A police uniform packed in the attic His ties hang by his suits

Mourners sit in the anteroom of loss waiting for the world to end or begin A message to be sent A ghost walking through the door

A father died the other day — Suddenly, in the line of duty His shadow on the wall Words left unsaid — a family disjointed in time.

© 2021 Mark Tulin

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