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*Tie game, short walk, high wind.*

Ten years ago, she died.

Phone rang and rang.

Downtown, I walked at noon.

We talked. Each day. Until

The sixth "mild day of March."

*Twenty-five to seventeen, their favor.*

*"Notre Dame **is the best passing team in women's college basketball."*

I have finished my cold coffee I advised her not to drink.

Vibrato melds two points.

Casket closed.

From the altar I read aloud.

*I love her mind in present tense.*

In honor of her teaching.

In honor of her prayer.

In honor of her love.

Forgive us our unkindnesses.

*Huskies lead, forty-six to thirty-nine.*

"Oh, my poor baby, you're just like me."

The wish. Another.

*Three seconds on the shot clock. *

So loved, alive, invisible.

Statue of Mary, in full sunlight.


 Sheila E. Murphy