This is the news
no one expects to hear.
A collection of words,
spare in their simplicity.
A span of time,
too short to write a book.
But long enough:
to write a poem, compose a letter,
say farewell to friends and former lovers.
Long enough:
to make amends.
To cast out on the North Sea,
feel the salt air in your hair.
And sail on,
on to the isle of Lindisfarne.
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