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SUNDAY PRAYER, cclxxxiv
time & time again
you strolled in smiling like a broken window
threw your coat over the highchair and
shook the rain out of your feathered hair
with your patient maplewood hands
me on the couch, blending into the long plaid
laughing to pet cemetary two, i asked if
you wanted i should pause it and wait for you?
and you nodded your head "no" and floated over
to the fridge, smiling now more like a mountain ridge
michelangelo said all the sculptures are there already
waiting inside the stone for a steady hand
to clear away the madness and debris
and i know you tried to do that for me
but of all the stones on earth so precious
the skull is by leaps and bounds the thickest
i am, i am
you are a birthday
deep with the dayshine
from dusk to moonbreak
the dust of keepsakes
time & time again, i am i am
das - chicago, illinois, u.s.a.