The best surprise was four warm bodies
(seen better days, curlier hair, more supple skin)
Sitting around the dark wood gleaming with a coat
Of fresh polish and four faces (seen better days,
fewer wrinkles, eyes sparkling with light at the beginning
of the tunnel) reflected back in stainless
steel plates adorned with overbaked chestnuts and too cold
pizza. But the strangers staring in at the bay window
(seen better days, freshly windexed) wouldn't look twice
Because our holy silence is almost normal.
Thank you for small unnoticed miracles.
Thank you for giving Clarence his wings
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