Monday, October 18, 2010


Communion wafers drifting
down like snow from
the rafters. Other than
that, just another evening.

I think I told you
about George, who wasn't
where we left him
(when is he?), and about

Emily, who buried
herself in the back yard.
And the gradual accumulation
of gravity, of course,

around the edges, slowly
pulling us in.

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