a small
      white envelope
  a photograph w/ dates
            yr death
                 was news to me
                         gone on
                         to forever
                 finally
     speechless
              so much
     keeps happening
                various chances
     at best
              a way thru
              a brief time
      for hello and
                       goodbye
      " as the dead
              prey upon us/ . . .
         O Peace, brother . . . "
          what time there was, is
 

                                               —Steve Luttrell