To hold you over:
Word Choice
Alice Barrett
My parents died.
My dogs and cats passed away.
My old loves kicked off.
(And not a minute too soon;
It served them right,)
My favorite professor was killed;
His car went over a cliff.
How will they phrase it
When I’m no longer here?
Alice Barrett
In the early autumn late afternoon,
Tea-stained gold sunlight
Splashes through the umbrella
Of the magnolia’s leaves,Into the birdbath
Between the chapel
And the parish hall.
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