From Wave House, which was published in June by Flood Editions.
my mother,
a near-invalid since she broke her leg,
told me she heard singing
from her bed upstairs.
She’d made a world of her own up there
with the oak tree branches
and the palms.
It was the
sunrise service worshippers
on the bank about a mile down river
—she could hear them through the glass.
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