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Monday's poem

Life is just better when you read more poetry. I have a few favorites that sit on my desk, poems I reread when I feel the need to be with them again. Today, I needed to be close to this one, by Marie Howe. I love this poem so much. From her collection of the same name, the book and this poem are about the death of her brother. And what it means to be alive.

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