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POEM: Meeting

Meeting

How odd to sit silently
contemplating the infinite
or making a grocery list
or wondering how
everything that
happened happened,
waiting for the voice
of an unlikely god
or the soft clearing
of an elderly throat,
until a man across the room
asks if there are any
announcements, then says
it’s time to rise.

/ / /

9 April 2023
Charlottesville VA

Published in Charlottesville My poems NaPoWriMo2023 Poetry Religion

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