night poem - Patti Smith
This poem was written for my brother’s daughter Simone. My brother Todd passed away on December 4, 1994, but for some reason he was on my mind tonight. I just came inside and still have my coat on. One of those tired restless nights but all will be well. The dead know nothing of time, they revisit when they wish.
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Lynna Burgamy
Update: 2024-12-04