Death Brings People Together
Isabel Sutter
So many of us on the back deck
the porch swing dipping in and out of shadows
the smell of too many hothouse flowers
tastes musty like
hospitals and
old perfume
Small as I am
(dwarfed by the food)
I watch it all with glad eyes
hoping someone will propose another game
let's avoid that settling gray
which tiptoes in
let's sniff the ugly aroma of
casseroles and all those hothouse flowers
and just be here
glad that we’re here
glad that
death brings people together
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