I have been faced recently with grief and all the tangled emotions and thoughts that come with it. The poem below narrows in on one small aspect of the symphony.
Grief
pathetic in my grief
I find your hairs
linted up in hidden corners
rinse them off
set them awkwardly aside
there will never be another
I cannot throw them out
Photo and poem copyright Casey June Wolf 2016
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