At times, a man will rise up from his dinner table
and step outside, and walk and walk and walk
because of a church standing somewhere in the east.
And his children say blessings over him as though he had died.
And another, who will die inside his home,
stays always within, stays with his table and his glasses
so that his children are drawn out into the world,
pulled toward that same church, which he forgot.
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