“Are we so like that wayward spark/ That wanders upward in the dark?”
His farewell to the world, which
Elides that he was working
On another when he died.
We’re always working
On something, and it’s always
A form of goodbye.
What else could it mean
To compose something
You intend to leave behind?
When I was fifteen, I wrote
“Sonnet for a Spark,”
Long lost now, except one line,
My original farewell.
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