Dear Sean,

Death again has left a hole

You have stepped inside its stone

With a brown crystal in your arm

A black eagle in your heart

You left no note for grief’s unpacking

Just a friend request in my LinkedIn box

To impart your new wide berth

As “a leaf in the wind” after the auction

 
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