Overcast and hot,
the final week before school;
girls in tank tops and
cutoffs awkwardly
embrace. Reunion. The
tea shop overflows
with distractions. I
am a man of words without
any on this an-
niversary of
her death. I stare unseeing.
No heaven received
her: her vivid self
passed into the distinctly
indistinct being
we call God, Being.
Knowing this distracts me from
getting distracted.
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