veiled kindnesses
from out of a hidden realm
friends and family I have never met
affirm my broken being
the dust that falls from the sculptures
I have chiseled these nearly sixty years
my deceased mother and father
join my gurus
sharing a meal at a table
where 12 disciples honor the bride
a young man
self-effacing, as the moon…
takes her hand
the daring of love usurps the night
they dance on the rooftop in the rain
the bliss of union that is an ocean
and we, witnesses and guests
each a single drop
of the selfsame joy
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