a most quiet passing

a most quiet passing:
more quiet than the early droplets
dribbling down her hanging coat,
more quiet than the honey licked persimmons,
the still solidarity of woodlice under brown weeds,
more quiet than the lip print on the rim of her cup,
the paper she left on the kitchen counter.

 

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