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Sudden Losses

Her ghost comes around. 

Makes small popping sounds. 

Her death, ricochet of many questions.  

Around us, landscape on fire. 

I add the Bible to the box in the back of my car, 

early plans for potential evacuation. 

Scripted inside, tree limbs of births and deaths. 

Those relatives I remember 

yet the milestones harder to conjure. 

We were married in the year of our daughter’s birth. 

Hammock between occurrences.  


Ledger of access for those left behind.






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  1. AnonymousNovember 28, 2022 at 6:59 AM

    I love Robyn’s poems, like this elegy that conjures up a bouquet of feelings. And the language dazzling. “Ledger of access for those left behind”

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  2. AnonymousFebruary 12, 2023 at 8:33 PM

    Thank you so much for your kind comment. I hope you’ll come back soon.

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