For Hav

the shape of the world to come
around the next corner
where you no longer stand

unfolds gently
from the lasting wave of your hand

in front of the cafe
in the afternoon sun
cut from the clouds of this day

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we contemplate permanence
in records of transition

we note the enduring
in tough passage

we travel to tidings
glittering from you

waving to our glance
as always

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the shape of the world
spins in the heart

the stories you tell
now tell in me

this soft note to write
to record in art

what I can no longer attain
among all that I have yet to see

*
around the next corner
where you no longer stand

the wave of the world unfolds
from the gentle shape of your hand

December 1994