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Posted by on Dec 21, 2007

Pattern

Everyone talked, filling the air with sound, cigar smoke, happiness.

I stood and stared at the pattern on the carpet,

and thought I am just as likely to see God there

as anywhere else.

I got lost in the pattern, only to break the trance

when you tugged my shoulder and said,

“Sweetie, I think dinner is starting.”
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