Obituary
1 min readApr 30, 2017
Youth, confluence,
a core of friends.
The usual explosion
of adulthood
flings these
particles
spinning outward.
Congruence and
connection dissolve.
Fifty years later,
someone you loved
like a brother,
and barely know,
turns up dead.
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