Widow’s walk—

The roof-deck

Where the forlorn

Pace,

Wear smooth its planks,

Receive

Over weeks

The arrival of

Never—

These months,

Which we took for our

Lookout—now

Our school

For unlearning

Old hopes

Stripped by the wind

From our hands,

Borne over

The dunes

Like a

Lost veil

June 2025

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