Wednesday, December 02, 2015

poem/prayer for December 6, 2015 (Advent 2 - C)


that evening
   as he watched
   you pull that
      creased, frayed,
      holey, hand-written
         paper headed
   out of your shirt
   pocket for the
      time, watching your
      brow wrinkle as you
      tried to make out
            the fading words,
   he put a marker
         in his book,
      set it down on the table
      with his glasses on top,
         slipped into his
         jacket, and kissing
   you on the forehead, he
   headed out the door,
      heading to

(c) 2015 Thom M. Shuman

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