I woke up with Richard again
all month, the light
Angling into the winter window
Less than three years
non sensical
Reality
Life settles
then the remembering
Cells start blasting
the Sound of what
is not there
but was
What matters
rainbows on the picture frame
candle sticks on the kitchen table
Stars reflecting
on a Bodega shoreline
Dawn
Winter light travels
in his footsteps
past his lens
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