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in the days after you died,
I felt you all around me
in the wind.
It was your heartbeat
in the trees,
rustling leaves,
sending eddies of energy
shooting shivers up my spine.
You join the pulsing
of day and night,
disperse sparks
scattered across fields,
wafting away
on ebullient glints of stream.
I gather up bits,
your story, hope that
in the collected
vibrations of a life spent,
there is some way
to refuel the world.