'I'd like to see it sometime as it loads up, as it throws another shovelfull on the congregation.' CHARLES SIMIC
If gravity is a tiny little irritant like dirt,
I'd better remember to change
Into a freshly laundered and pressed shirt
While gravity's own trowel dislodges me,
Without restraint, a copper coin
Discarded and forgotten in the coffers of eternity.
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