the complexity of the
other mourners faces
offered no refuge
until he found himself
-standing
-staring down at a
couch
where his grandmother
had sat
after the
last funeral
he remembered her
then
he found her in amongst
the old stories
and platitudes
withered
but still holding court
as another set of mourners
shuffled in and out
. . . . . . .
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