Jane and I email communicated. It was enough to break open her silence.
Here is her poem for today!!
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I crossed the bridge at night
moving from darkness to darkness across darkness.
It could have been water below or the bones of a canyon
its heart eaten out by a river.
The moon watched over my shoulder
listened to my breathing. As long as that span was
it was shorter, colder than the arc of my hand
meeting the unknown hand of another after the music
had rained on us.