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

Julian Raine

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the black umbrella

i wanted to write in
one more poem for you

leave flowers at your doorstep
tie roses and bones at your feet
turn the last of autumns red to a grey

whisper the things and all the things
that need to be the flowers sweet

so i leave for you this quire of words
and the faint sounds of places remembered
caught on the mast of my memory

filling dreams that dream from life
and dreams that dream from death
and death alone
is yours