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at her mother's funeral
she watched the wooden box move
down the aisle and tears sympathetic
smiles and glances she tapped
her father on the shoulder
in the middle of prayer
to ask a quick question something about
what would happen next
she leaned on the pew with both
hands then bent down to brush off
the knees of her white tights
living in the presence of her friends
and in a rose scented whisper life carries on
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