avid conversationalist remains in martini
shakers says his son Saint a schoolmate
somewhere my mother went over a cliff
I saw her tumble end over end into the lake
my father and I were stunned so sudden is
that the way it ends without warning
you turn pages calmly the rain spatter
stops the Chinese lights betray the season
we learned about in Sunday school
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