Bells jingle...it is so cold outside...inside incense spirals upwards...
My childhood neighbor bends into a fetal position of grief...
the sweet smell of the inscense suffices..
I beseech my remembered grief
over the loss of my parents..
over the loss of the past
memory suffices...
Wednesday, January 23, 2013
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