Grieving Window 


I left the window open overnight, 

to release my grieving. Throughout 

the long night into morning’s first 

break, dreams of dying, dreams of living, 

dreams of mingling with the ancestors, 

even dreams of being in the right place 

at the wrong time, all of these coming 

and going, going, and coming, through 

my grieving window, until 

the welcome dawn, as day 

became waking night.



(c)Paul Goldman August 27, 2022

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