The Moon Of Totems

The Moon of Totems-by Douglas Thompson


When I sleep
the absent ones come back
dead there again at my side
in silent camaraderie.

How graciously
they refrain from resenting
how we’ve been getting by
without them.

It’s just we turned around one day
and they were gone. But they
I am surprised to learn
are always looking forward.

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