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Sweetness

Just when it has seemed I couldn’t bear
  one more friend
waking with a tumor, one more maniac
 
with a perfect reason, often a sweetness
  has come
and changed nothing in the world
 
except the way I stumbled through it,
  for a while lost
in the ignorance of loving
 
someone or something, the world shrunk
  to mouth-size,
hand-size, and never seeming small.
 
I acknowledge there is no sweetness
  that doesn’t leave a stain,
no sweetness that’s ever sufficiently sweet ....
 
Tonight a friend called to say his lover
  was killed in a car
he was driving. His voice was low
 
and guttural, he repeated what he needed
  to repeat, and I repeated
the one or two words we have for such grief
 
until we were speaking only in tones.
  Often a sweetness comes
as if on loan, stays just long enough
 
to make sense of what it means to be alive,
  then returns to its dark
source. As for me, I don’t care
 
where it’s been, or what bitter road
  it’s traveled
to come so far, to taste so good.
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