Life Poem
In memoriam Stan Dragland, 1942–2022
Life is language, I wanted to say. Only problem:
it isn’t. Not language exactly, not language
as such. Not a particular language either, though
it has a lot to say—in fact, no end of things . . .
Brick, a literary journal
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