In a list on a website Jim had never heard of before, number six instructed grieving partners to “carry on with usual activities.”
Do Sheep Dream of Other Sheep (and other poems)
The sheep does not know/
it is alone, that miles away/
there is a lushness to a land/
beyond its vision,
Olympus of Nothing
It’s too early on the ferry, but here I am, buying champagne for breakfast. The attendant at the bar rolls his eyes, or maybe he’s secretly delighted – it doesn’t matter.