the fading sun
shines right into our eyes
and at the back of your neck,
which is still slightly damp from the washing.
the candle, the bread, and the bottle of water
sit in the still, solemn grass,
as scripture is read aloud,
and prayers said.
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it was one or the other. the lines are equally long going up and down-but this could have been with the number of words, instead of word length.
i went with visual aesthetics.
also, i had fun, for the people who know what this poem is about.
heyyyy
something i know.
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