Last night the rockets thundered & lightninged
I did not see but only heard them
Loud in the night
The noise was for no one’s birthday
Only for a few fine ideas that no longer seem to matter;
By morning the noise was gone
but the sense of loss lingered.
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Appreciating your writing of LOSS. Loss is a tremendous teacher in this third half of my life. The beginning can only come after the end (mangling another writer's (Rebecca Solnit) book title.
Appreciating your writing of LOSS. Loss is a tremendous teacher in this third half of my life. The beginning can only come after the end (mangling another writer's (Rebecca Solnit) book title.
https://www.haymarketbooks.org/books/2617-the-beginning-comes-after-the-end#:~:text=In%20this%20sequel%20to%20her,possibility%3B%20it%20is%20an%20inevitability.)
And as for the birthday, here's what another Bay Area writer Anne Lamott posted on Substack as a brithday card:
http://annelamott.substack.com/p/the-fourth-is-with-us
"Big girl pants" are the only kind I got now.