*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.
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