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"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare

James B. Nicola


April 25, 2015

And now she's safely underground
In the peaceful place that George has found.
The wicked winter made her wait
But worlds have softened up of late.

Soon she'll have a marble stone
Tall enough, I'm told, for three.
For a while she'll lie alone,
With strange new neighbors' company.

Then one day-when, you cannot tell,
Though she'll know, inexplicably—
After tear-tinged celebrating,
After she is done with waiting,

She'll have George as well

And me.