Weir.

Alone,

starts here,

On this bridge.

Brown river.

Brown sky.

You couldn't swim,

so we tied a rope

around your shoulders

and took turns

on the bank,

pulling you through

the water.

You were part

of our gang.

Yesterday,

I learn,

you went to the weir

alone.

Slipped our rope,

slid

into the brown river,

into this brown day.

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