SMALL TALK
WITH GOD.
Not a blue word
was spoken in
the house of psalms
in the rooms where
your brilliant mind
works through the
restless night.
A circle of hands and
a blessing was said
I can't remember
the last time
I looked down and briefly closed my eyes
to something not there
at the dinner table.
Strangers
from a far continent
become friends
we listened to
stories from Africa.
Avie.
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