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Nelson died

one cool spell in August,
too cool and too sudden
for his northern pride,
his sullied constitution 
all weathered and beaten.

And sometimes the swelter
in the dead of summer 
freezes our hearts,
stealing away breath
before the soul can eat.

If we forget to share 
what Mother Heart brings,
inspiration leaves
(we hope not with Nelson),
and frozen wind descends.