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Jan 2011
The family's farewell party's table balloons
were weighted with river stones

I asked a cousin if I might take
one of those stones


and since then

That stone travels daily
in my left pocket


It has, some days, shown itself as an anchor
some, as a tunneled light

Just as my family, this stone is always with me
It is merely a token I can feel,
A remembrance

It is only a fortune
what's felt sometimes eclipses
one's words
Keith Ren
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Keith Ren
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