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Today the lobby is crowded
with fragrant bouquets

which 		

translated 	

means:
               funeral

I snap
a red carnation off one
pinched stem and spirit 

it home              nestle 
the frilly bloom
into Buddha’s cold 

stone lap

every day I sprinkle it with tap water
a benediction a blessing a prayer
of sorts
Susan Kelly-DeWitt | Mudlark No. 38
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