no day of farewells
no day of skies, their permanent distance
no day of echoes, no way to hold a tide
no day of proper nouns, of names that were familiar once
no day of imprints
no day of marble forms
no day of any spirit alighting on said tree
no day of patience, of withholding ever in decline
no day of scattered minutes, no seconds to gather to my cheek
no day of monuments
no day of light
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