From a Book of Hours

“Joy does all things without concern.” ~ Chuang Tzu

Did you bring me a sweet? Did you bring some bread? Are you here to rub my feet, braid my hair, massage warm oil on my head? It’s been so long since you were here last. You never answered the telephone. You never sent a letter back. The ivy has overgrown the fence and creeps under the deck. In the morning, my heart closes around the first bright thing it sees; at dusk I set the table and lay the silver on folded paper napkins. The little blue flames on the stove form a perfect ring; and how beautiful is the moon when it is nearly full.

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