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Day After a Plane Crash by Larry Tatiana Baxter

Day After a Plane Crash

by Larry Tatiana Baxter

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The wool is mortled black and grey.

Stitch by stitch, the plastic needle

Thrusts and pulls the peppered yarn.

The pastor hangs his head and speaks

Of death and triendship, our future, God.

His voice is flat but yet controlled.

The click of entrance makes him pause.

As tardy students hurry in, disturbing

Him with just a hint of quavering grief

Quickly checked. And our class begins.

She slides her half-knitted hat

Onto her head, to check the size.

Not finished yet, she slides it off

And thrusts and pulls the peppered yarn.

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