NO TIME FOR TEARS

No time for tears. . .

Comes in the news
my latest late
and latter elder
from this world
has disappeared.

I say, “No time,”
but were it really
such a crime,
if I would do
a little crying?

And also,
to recall
extol,
the ways in which
his blood love
made feel extra tall
my soul?. . .

And would I really
be so weak,
if I let roll
right down my cheek
some big fat drops
of salty water clear?

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