Rare Art

At a funeral
for a relative stranger
not a strange relative
I discovered the remains
of a soul I would like
to have known better,
a spirit more kindred than
suspected. As I wept
for loved ones’ loss
a few tears were for lost
opportunity to laugh at the world
beside a friend enjoying life,
contentment being a fine
and rare art. And how often
do hurry and fears and plates
too full cheat us of these chances?
The lesson again being,
slow down, you might miss
something, or someone.


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