My husband's poetry
—
by
falling down
the steep slope of night
he slid to a stop at the bottom
among the dead
even though he knew
he did not belong
he stayed until dawn
walked back up the slope
took a shower
got dressed
drove to the office
and went back to work
10-31-24
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