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?
Light in a Churchyard
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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