for a friend’s departure

for Joyce

if all goes well, remember us that you

have left behind, your journey taking one
more person from our midst the way the swan
bids its own farewell with a song; how few
there are like you, that flower in our field
of thorns, to grow up far above the wants
encumbering us, and when time’s clockwork runs
down even more, such that we’re no longer new –
please spare a little thought, and shape the clay
of memories to a wistful smile; do know
that we will miss your presence every day
while mired in the thorns that bind us hard…
and so, if all goes well, where you will go
will be a spot of green within our hearts.

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