Winter Yahrtzeits
(which my parents both have)
take you by ambush
at a 4:30 sunset one day
and then they suddenly end
at around the same time the next day.
This not being ready at the beginning
and being taken by surprise at the end
is fitting for a Yahrtzeit
as it's so similar

to life itself.

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By Neil Fleischmann

The ink

of the culture

has dried

The culture

of the ink

has died