Dear Tim, your poems move me so much. I've been looking through our old emails, and my Sphere notes over the years, and re-reading your poems. Here's one I especially love.
Your friend,
Mary
To Timothy
by Timothy Murphy
Bring me my cloak. Bring Mark.
This prison cell is dark
and Luke, my only friend.
I am very near the end,
nothing much left but bone.
The shackled mastiffs bark,
and other prisoners groan.
Mortal this cold, the dark.
Bring me my cloak. Bring Mark.
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