The First Moments of His Absence:

1 February 2016

A radio tuned to static after Mahler.

A curtain opened to a suddenly blank scenery.

The remaining stalk after the dandelion blow.

The thick silence after a confession.

A vital wire removed pre-explosion.

The hollow letterbox: a cubic sneer.

Eighty-eight keys, unstruck.

The suspended anchor of a stationary ship.

A dust cloak over a piano, still reverberating.

The unsaid thing: a moaning ghost.

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