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From July ’90

It was a funeral and I sensed the dead man was reading my thoughts better than I could.The organ kept quiet, birds sang. The hole out in the blazing sun. My friend’s voice lingered in the minutes’ farthest side.I drove home seen through by the summer day’s brilliance by rain and stillness seen through by the moon.