At
Age 24, You Left Us
For
Topher Kazanski
A busted guard rail, skid
marks, echoing
Gasps at your last curve in
life, leaving
Your Facebook photos hanging
off a cliff
In Oregon
Your great grandfather, Aldo
Leopold
Looked up too. Did you observe a slim
Disappearing line, or the
fleeting
Dome of earth?
Are your expectations confirmed
on
Cars and curves and precipices?
We all plunge just
not yet, if we
Are reading this
It may be this line and its
awkward
End. Maybe around the next bend
Thanks to you, Topher, age 24
We breath in
Breath out wondering when to
brace
Tumble, sail or, like a playing
card
Swoop in arcs before landing
Upside down
In the river Yaquina
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