against reincarnation
If you go, love, dawdle
down the unlit path.
Fob the ferryman off
with vague replies.
I won't be far behind.
Throw your penny in the water,
or hand it to some poor shade
trapped on the shore. I'll
bring you another. We'll cross together.
...
Don't drink the water! If you forget me
my name will become another word for sorrow.
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I meant to mention how much I liked this poem some days ago. I'm sorry I put it off so long, but it's still true.