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

Trapper Markelz

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End of an Era

The text message came in he died last night
and the snowflakes continued to fall

as quiet cherry petals and the fireplace
crackled, chewing up wooden hearts.

Somewhere it takes ten, strong arms
to lift him–softly remove a broken sandal.

Far away on the hill, a jackhammer splits rock
like death cracks open a family

and with pen and ink and dumpster and moving van,
reform the pieces into some new collage

of jagged edges & missing slivers–a cup
that still holds water if tilted at the correct angle.

–something you can put your lips on to sip–
a bone broth that mends you deep inside.