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by Doug Tanoury
We share a hymnal at Sunday Mass
Shoulders rubbing, heads leaning
Together toward each other
Our eyes meet in "Panis Angelicus"
I touch her bare arm in "Jubilate Domino"
We smile through Latin hymns
And the slow dour notes of the organ
Lighten for a moment with the sound
Of her voice singing soft and fragile
God the almighty lives at
That instant in the sweetness
Of words sung in her whisper
And I am filled with prayers of thanksgiving
For that Eve and this Adam
In the Eden of touch
Reprinted with permission by Karen Dowell for Two Dog Press. From A Year on the Avenue, Athens Avenue Poetry Circle. © Copyright 1998 by the Athens Avenue Poetry Circle. All Rights Reserved. Originally appeared in Olympus.
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