Old December Day

 Feet twitch,

lead scratches against the paper

stuck between the covers

unanswered, undiscovered.
Old December day draws her

out into its closing.
Sky settled in dips and ditches
unhinging Rev's cry
so it drifted over fences
and kept going.
Water crackled in the cedars
and steamed
in the rain's passing that was

now, rushing and rising
at the gravel road's end.
A stranded frog
cleared its throat for the eulogy
behind the torn scrim.

"Then Jesus uttered another loud cry
and breathed his last. And the curtain in the sanctuary
of the Temple was torn in two, from top to bottom.
Mark:15:37-38 NLT

 c. Laurel Turner 1/30/2020

New Living Translation (NLT)

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