May 15, 2013

Reunion by William Cullen, Jr.

The dead linger with us
so we must bury them again
outside of ourselves
in ground we'll never draw near
until like a line of fine mist
casting no shadow
we merge with other mist
over earth almost fogotten
forming beads of fresh dew
on stones that bear our names.

William Cullen, Jr., is a veteran and works at a non-profit in Brooklyn, NY.  His poetry has appeared in Camroc Press Review, Gulf Stream, Pirene's Fountain, Red River Review, Right Hand Pointing, Spillway, Wild Goose Poetry Review and Word Riot.

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