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The beloved face at the door

will I see it again. So I stop and

wave her back for an extra kiss

before beginning my walk around

the block.

Morbid I know. Memorial Day

notices bring out the “it’s-all-

of-us” in me. Donny, on your

thirtieth birthday. Except that

Donny isn’t here.

So Tobey and I check out the

blueness of the sky, and the

sniffs of grass pilings, the

flood of new waters over the

dam.

And somewhere in that round

mortality goes away. We complete

the walk, open the door, and the

beloved one is still here. Thank

you.

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