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Messenger

Messenger

Behold that old sink in a small enterprise, hardly
a centerpiece effort, but still taking up space in a
corner of the warehouse.

A wire soap dish hangs from the faucet and a ragged
gray towel has its place dangling from a rusty rack at
the sink’s side, and the faucet drips.

Do we talk about the faucet presenting itself as a
still-life scene, or the drip or just the sink—as its own story?

Bond

Bond

An old friend
came to visit—
a few days with
one who shared
grade school times;
like a brother he
calls me and
I am moved.
Stretches of years
from time-to-time—