The Earth is only Emily

Trapped in the passage
between loss and metaphysics
death will map the space we know
by maths and premonitions

Did the carriage hold what you expected?
the fly’s buzz pierce the light?
did the fact of heaven shed its veil
to all your inquisitions?

Your ghosts have passed
the shadow rock
crickets’ chirp relieve
the earth is only Emily
in a Massachusetts field

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