I’ve been waiting for this moment– sharing one of Moira Egan’s poems. This is a poem that takes exception with the mundane metaphor of meteorologic gloom to mark a death and helps us rise above.
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I’ve been waiting for this moment– sharing one of Moira Egan’s poems. This is a poem that takes exception with the mundane metaphor of meteorologic gloom to mark a death and helps us rise above.
