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Richard King Perkins II

A complete cycle of heat and snow
has passed
and now the small white wooden cross
that marked your last misfortune
is missing.

Gone too
are your bleating
teen-age classmates
who stood roadside vigil
for the better part of a week
after the crash

but I’ve thought of you
for an entire year
without knowing you at all—
stared at the point
just off the shoulder
where your drunken car
plowed into a helpless tree
burning you both

Even today I noticed
as I drove past
that at just the right angle
your dead tree
looked not only like a grave marker
but like a crucifix, scorched black—

without the faintest chance
of being resurrected
in this world
or any other.

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