[34] Mary Oliver, In Memoriam, Erren Kelly

And the waters hold
Still off the coast, as we
Wait for another Nor’easter.
My body braces for the chill
Like a child awaits a judging hand
Just a couple of weeks ago
I read your words, like it was summer
And the world was made new
And words will always give
Beauty to dreams, like you did
Like a walk, someone takes
In the forest
Or on the beach, every moment
Is a learning moment
A snapshot of discovery
It is only one wild and precious life
So make it matter

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