The Intervening

Poem By Richard George

My father died ten years ago today.
How faint the feeling is, a veil of grey.

What happens to our grief? It sinks below
and turns into the us that we don't know,

the sodium chloride of the tears we weep,
the DNA, the blood, the dreamless sleep

cushioned by three thousand diary slips.

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