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    A Wednesday morn they walk across
    The intersected street,
    While on their heads in ash the cross
    Is scribed, but not so neat.

    And in the Cafe Bar they go:
    She's Jen and he is Lee.
    The day is chill; the wind does blow;
    A sunlit table's free.

    Endive salad, eggs benedict,
    A plate of shrimp and grits,
    A cafe latte made perfect
    Perfectly cashmered teats.

    Now he runs his fingers through his
    Fifty dollar haircut,
    And posed youngish Jen a quiz —
    Has her ear somewhat.

    "What is your mind, my darling dear?
    Seems we're steady dying;
    Whatever path the grave grows near,
    Afloat or in clouds flying.

    I thought that I might live a time,
    Too far, too far to see;
    Now I am loath to think that I'm
    So soon to just not be."

    "Remember that you are ashes;
    To ashes you return."
    Then with her long, curved eyelashes
    To him her face she turns.

    "What is it that you would from me,
    That would allay your fears?
    If my love could change what's to be,
    You'd live ten thousand years.

    Be sure to know, when we're both dead,
    Rotting boots and sashes,
    You will have gone well loved, well fed;
    Now, let me kiss your ashes."

    A chill, bright Ash Wednesday with Savannah's beautiful people leaving church, having just been reminded of their mortality, for an upscale brunch, had all the feeling of a jailbreak. We presume fasting might begin on Thursday.

  • #2
    Lovely write, made me think of the moss hanging on trees in the south.

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    • John Wertz
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      We love our beautiful Savannah. Thanks for the kind words.

  • #3
    A sobering moment in time. A fat Tuesday headache reminds, live while you can. I much enjoyed your poetic observations.

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    • #4
      A tale I could see unfolding. Very nice write John.

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      • John Wertz
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        Thanks much, RLW. I hoped the reader could see these people as I saw them.

    • #5
      Thanks divot. Not sure why, but Ash Wednesday is my favorite day in the Christian calendar, although Fat Tuesday has its charm.

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      • #6
        Well done as always! 😀

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        • John Wertz
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          Thanks Rach.

      • #7
        I too, love the flow and meter of this John, along with the affirmation it delivers. As a side note, was this posted earlier in the year and I'm just now seeing it? What ever the case may be, it's a wonderful piece of work!

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        • John Wertz
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          Hi Graydon, I hope that I did not post it earlier and have forgotten. I am sure I wrote this back in February or early March and its been hanging around since then. I did not think it worked in this years contest with the topic of community.

      • #8
        This is a lovely write, John! And of course, one of my favorite subjects - the inevitability of mortality.
        My favorite lines...

        "What is your mind, my darling dear?
        Seems we're steady dying;

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        • John Wertz
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          Thanks MHenry. Yes, an interesting subject always. To see these folks, who otherwise looked like immortals, with their ash crosses -- the incongruity was too much.

      • #9
        I love the 'perfectly cashmered teats'! Nice sweater?

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        • John Wertz
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          Hi Marion. I'll say.
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