he listens. seldom speaks. a broken toy. a rusted zipper. at the back her dress. a closure she can't quite reach.
it's not close. it's not distant. rather somewhere inbetween. time in graveyards. the minutes in eulogies. the dead can lie and say they've heard him. but the living know he's deaf.
she trains her faith on tomorrow. crooked smiles work the levers. blind eyes draw the maps. as she weighs. the empty baskets she still carries.
the perpetuity of god lies in the morality of men.