“Frui”
Posted on 28. Nov, 2009 by New Forum in New Forum, Poetry
Frui
By Angela Eun Ji Koh
Mom always loved the rain. She loved the sharp edges of the stones
washed with it. Because she liked things clean.
It cleans every alley, she said.
God must like things clean. She was sure of this
more than of the broken zippers
and the washed take-out boxes she saved in the pantry.
She loved to bleed.
I hope she finally sensed God’s cleaning in it.
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Angela blogs at http://eunkoh.blogspot.com/
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