Touching, Sheila. And all subtly about time and impermanence - I like all
its meditative layers.
Andrew
On 11 March 2012 06:01, Sheila Murphy <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
> *Tie game, short walk, high wind.*
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> Ten years ago, she died.
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> Phone rang and rang.
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> Downtown, I walked at noon.
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> We talked. Each day. Until
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> The sixth "mild day of March."
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> *Twenty-five to seventeen, their favor.*
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> *"Notre Dame **is the best passing team in women's college basketball."*
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> I have finished my cold coffee I advised her not to drink.
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> Vibrato melds two points.
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> Casket closed.
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> From the altar I read aloud.
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> *I love her mind in present tense.*
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> In honor of her teaching.
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> In honor of her prayer.
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> In honor of her love.
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> Forgive us our unkindnesses.
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> *Huskies lead, forty-six to thirty-nine.*
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> "Oh, my poor baby, you're just like me."
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> The wish. Another.
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> *Three seconds on the shot clock. *
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> So loved, alive, invisible.
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> Statue of Mary, in full sunlight.
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>
> Sheila E. Murphy
>
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Andrew
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