[For Robert Whalley] At Kinfolk café downtown, I watch people walk
footpaths, looking for gifts, consolation, resolution, someone, silence.
Facebook says ‘Today is Thomas Merton’s birthday. Say something to make it a
happy day.’ Well Father Louis, footpath is our English inheritance: path where
feet take us. Unlike American sidewalk, everyone pushed to the edge of some unstoppable
commerce. January 31st: days when Downunder goes back to school. We
are always only ever beginning, you’d say. Find ourselves on the corner of Fourth
and Walnut, again and again, wondering at passers-by. Write eulogies for one
another, better late than never.
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