ashes to ashes – May 29


The plain paper package rests

on the kitchen table, eighteen inches

high by six across. Cylindrical,

Inviting. shoosh, shoosh, shoosh,


My neighbor having sat down to

coffee and a chat, notes the odd

sound from within as I lift and

move it. shoosh, shoosh, shoosh.


What do you think it is, he asks

fondling it on the way by.

I think it’s Mrs. Robbins, I reply. 

shoosh, shoosh, shoosh.


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