Summer brunch
she
was speaking of the hospice..
was speaking of the hospice..
a rewarding way to serve..
a sunny August brunch..
a neighborhood gathering..
she spoke in knowing humor:
that we all die..which brought
many sober smiles..
this sobriety is our cultural
assent to what we accept as
quite settled..and find comfort
in common assent..
yet there are many
who suggest resurrection:
who suggest resurrection:
a death..or many deaths
of the illusion that
temporary is permanent..
that we are the wave
and not the ocean...
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