Corbin’s Passing

no man in the coffee house that morning
will forget the note
young Corbin’s mother cried

or how it stirred in us
such memories of Corbin’s years
and passing time

spent labor
dreams, this life’s sweet anguish
and the bloody war
that finally took him

on to second grade

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