Monday, September 6, 2010

Bl. Peregrine of Falerone

I lifted the sheet

that I thought was a ghost

and found a hollow core.

After my sheets

rustled in the night,

I was sure there

was something.

I found myself

standing in the kitchen,

wondering where

all the shards

of glass were.

I heard a crash,

a shattering

of china.

These are

faceless miracles.

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