March 11
When the calendar nears
Daddy’s birthday
I’m conscious of it
as through moving toward radium
that which puts off light,
glows of itself.
I find words in my handwriting
at the top of my notebook
After death we’ll be consciousness
in another form.
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Very deep poem, deeper for its brevity.