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I scatter my ashes in the already dirty pool

How many of the floaters were lovers who turned bitter

now still and frozen in the Tucson nights

I rinse my hair with cold water
Silver from cold, silver from ages past.

I am not ready to succumb but who is ever ready

Depart.

It's late.

When sorrow moves next door

You know where sorrow is.
And late when winter just moves in,

You spread your legs and let it come

Inside.