David Radavich

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Grief



Everyone has a shadow.


And feeds it at night

out of sight of the neighbors.


Sometimes it is soft

as a dove,


othertimes wild

as an earthquake.


The sun never

shines past the hard rock,


but dusk

makes it seem almost


at home

in the heart


of the heart

of the living self.