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[Colm Roe]

It's really late here. 
And I have to retire...but L4 is really wonderful.
I'll be back.

[indar]

I read this as a reflection on a casting of someone's ashes on the sea. My father requested such a "burial". This poem taps into the strangeness of the very thoughts I had of his "ashes" (some of which blew back into our faces in a wind gust as we emptied the cardboard box supplied by the Veteran's association over the back of the boat) sifting down through the depths. Beautiful writing.

[Colm Roe]

Late again here, but I keep returning to that image...even the moon is using its gravity to pull him back!
Powerful.
I'll be back.