Fourth Sunday of Lent
The magic word is love
love is quicker than the eye
love’s eye is a growling stomach
and an empty heart
love’s heart is stale bread and dried fish
and the leftovers are saved
all the leftovers of love collected
lest they perish and the hunger come again
basketsful
fragments
broken hearts
tears
Bayer aspirin bottles
ashes on the hearth.
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