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For my brother, Neal

There are no words.

There are not enough words.

There are too many to explain or justify
one’s life and emotions.

Like a gust of wind,
we pass by
felt but never fully seen.

Dana Sanford
2019

Poet. Philosopher. A sense of Humor. 60 years ago I rode the winds at the top of a tall cottonwood. Buy me a coffee @ https://ko-fi.com/danasanford

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