Returning to Church

by Michael Dickman

Walking through the snow with her was enough, quiet enough
white breaking
beneath our boots
White

then dirt
White, then
concrete


Not a word


I watched the black branches of the oaks gliding above us
like the shadows of koi
Shadows, she was singing


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