Sunday, July 13, 2008,9:22 PM
the sun falls
Holding him in the chair, feeling the warmth in his shoulders even though he had died minutes ago. My brain spins like a top, wondering when the ambulance will get here, how he's the last of ten children, how he won't see my speech tomorrow morning, on and on......
the sun falls
while I'm not looking-
cicadas begin


posted by J. Andrew Lockhart
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