The poem I found today is by Rachel Elizabeth Griffiths, and is on Poetry Daily. I was a little last minute with this one, and shared it on Facebook as it felt weird to send it to someone. It's about death, a son lost. It's a beautiful poem.
Here is the first part:
Leave me here
amidst the underworld
of pickaxes. Anvils. Work
horses and sawdust.
The afternoon light
was the texture of language—
dust before a death.
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Oh, and I did get the Fellowship application done, and sent off today. Phew!
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