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The bones remember

A little boy of three who misplaced his mother.

And, as he grew,

a bird of shadow brought to him

a terrible knowing.

Aloneness and fear.

How to bear?

How to do?

Who will care?

Singleness incubates a strange and strong beauty,

and the bones remember its learning.

At marrow’s end they keep, in plasma, our stardust.

Revere them. Lay them well,

that a life may knit with the cosmic.

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Lee Dunn has been writing since the age of 18, but found that work got in the way for the ensuing 48 years. In his home town of Toronto, Ontario, Canada, he reveled in his independence at an early age, and spent as much time as he could exploring the city’s Arts scene. He was introduced to poetry and prose by the works of two literary giants, namely J.R.R. Tolkien and J.W. Lennon and thence fell in love with the written word. His work includes poetry, short fiction, and personal essays, and ranges in theme from the surreal to the horrific, nostalgic, and themes on the human condition. He has been published on Spillwords.com, The Dark Poets Club, Journal of Undiscovered Poets, Crepe & Penn Literary magazine, and the Shelburne Free Press.

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