I love this stanza. It speaks to the pall of grief that hangs over a community.

For every return
another absence remains.
Grief echoes endlessly
stretching its shadow further
binding families and strangers alike
to a shared weight that binds us all.
The Gift Bag
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Michael M. Brownstein
Mark Tulin
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Jan 23, 2025
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I love this stanza. It speaks to the pall of grief that hangs over a community.
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Written by Mark Tulin
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I listened to the crows and escaped a therapy career to follow a different path. Poetry/Humor/Sexuality/Doodler/Storyteller — https://crowonthewire.com
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