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Poem: “Thurible”


Dimly-lit church, empty
except for the strong lingering scent

of spicy-sweet smoke
from a funeral earlier in the day.

Gray rising clouds
no longer visible,

stale recollections left behind
with memories of a soul I did not know.

Lives sputter and ignite
like aromatic crystals

heaped onto blistering coals,
souls billowing and ascending.

Tim Bete