Ceremonial
Posted: August 20th, 2009 | Author: Blake | Filed under: Uncategorized | No Comments »I know you have inherited
A great loss, like the peach pit
Left in your mother’s favorite purse.
At our wrong, over-easy words,
You turned your back.
Then a starling chirped, and launched itself
at the window.
The blow could not be confused
for the wind, and so we stood about the thing
and mourned in the little way required of us.
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