BEFORE CHOIR.

[dadio]

She pulled you
into the porch

of the church
and kissed your

lips while others
made their way

inside for choir
practice and no

one seemed to
miss you for the

time it took for
a kiss or two and

as you made your
way back around

the church along
the path between

graves half lit in the
moon’s light she held

your hand giving it
a squeeze and now

and then beneath a
later moon’s glow

with stars like glittering
coins in the sky you

imagine she is there
again and didn’t die.

[the mingo]

[Kailashana]

This poem actually hurts, a friend died on Wednesday and the last lines are a killer.

~A

[dadio]

Thank you, the mingo & Anna.