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D’s Com­mu­nion One time when I was a young man I caught the scent of the priest Through the tan­nins of the com­mu­nion wine. He smelled like my father On the morn­ing that he buried my mother. I had just mar­ried. My new wife Kept two paces behind me In the com­mu­nion line. Tak­ing the host was […]

T’s com­mu­nion When I go to com­mu­nion hold my hand. The change in the air, The rus­tle of the heavy clothes, The scuff of shoes against the pol­ished slate, The soli­tary cough, The clap of the wood boards against metal stays, The mumur­ing up ahead, The swollen rota­tion of the bel­lows, The still­ness of the lift, […]