To Jen, Who Died Five Years Ago

Can I, may I, live inside your name?

May I make your name my chapel, my shrine,

my parish church? I'll be your vestryman,

your sacristan, your priest, your acolyte.

 

Or just let me settle into a pew, and lower the kneeler,

and pray to you, my queen, my ineffably luminous star.





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Written on 2023-08-09 at 10:30

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Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
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Blessings, Allen
2023-08-09