I thought of her as the wishing tree that died
And saw it lifted, root and branch, to heaven,
Trailing a shower of all that had been driven
Need by need by need into its hale
Sap-wood and bark: coin and pin and nail
Came streaming from it like a comet-tail
New-minted and dissolved. I had a vision
Of an airy branch-head rising through damp cloud, Of turned-up faces where the tree had stood.
My brain is reeling at the moment. What a day.
We've got a friend who has decided we aren't friends anymore – a friend who was in our wedding party, and whose creative talent I have bragged about online. That's been bewildering.
But then I found out a friend from my high school class died. We had a class of about 25, so we all know each other pretty well. Too close. I'm so so so heartsick about this.
I don't even know that I can really write about this now, actually. I might come back to it, if I can.
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