For a colleague, on his passing
The next day everything else remain in place.
No single death can move a sheet of paper
held by paperweight on your table, waiting for your signature.
It is a common enough thing such tangible patience
steady and all of us passing. We sing anyway
as much to ourselves as to you who must be amused by now.
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