Pictures of Tim

The sun hovers over life,
unnoticing of Tim grasping
at pictures before they shrink
to dust. What have I done?
He stumbles, pulls himself
to bed–his urn is brought
to the cliffside; his ashes grabbed
by the air, barely polluting
the water moving below.

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