A few months ago the neighbors across the street lost their second child in late term. Their house stands empty this morning, the curtains drawn open, a few lights on, lifeless, sold. I hardly knew them. Upstairs our two teens are sleeping like royalty in their rooms: what do I know about sorrow?
morning twilight
I crack the ice
for thirsty dogs
by Gary LeBel
Cumming, Georgia
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