The formula for grief

A poem by Gerry Stewart 

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her departure left a cyanotype 

smudging his crisp 

black on white notes


a random flower

her grainy blue whisper

in the silent mornings


no erasing the mistake

it is a constant

needed to start 

the coffee machine 

to remember an umbrella


the mechanics of functioning


when he forgets

her distance hits him 

beading like rain 

on his surface of waxy petals

never quite sinking in


behind the snib of closure

her damply sweet 

mimeograph scent

fills the office


pen poised 

he strives to return 

to ideal conditions


where the square root

of him equalled 










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