Like a reed boat
that slipped its mooring
Set drifting on
the current
Or the heaping up
of ripened grain
In the time of
harvest
He was farewelled
Gone, in the
fullness of his time
But that final
slipping away
Still came like
something unexpected
Like an empty
pier or a barren field
Which once
brimmed with purpose
Bustled with life
and vigour
Now there was
silence
Except
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