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Lenten Poems 4 – Feasting
In the presence of my enemiesof death and dying,grief and failure,pain and anxiety,A table has been prepared. Not just with a soldier’s canned rations,a traveler’s bread and water,a servant’s leftover lunch. But with French pastry and blueberry muffins.Spanakopita, hummus, steak, and milkshakes.The good snacks!In copious amounts!Literal gallons of soup.Pancakes, fresh berries, and seven-dollar coffees. A…
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Lenten Poems 3 – Pie
My mom’s last pieWas a peach pie,Sticky sweetIn the heat of August.With sunflowersAnd black-eyed SusansIn a vase by the window.I made the crust with inexpert hands.While she peeled peaches in the sunlight.As we chattedAt the counterLike a million times before.