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Like a Book
by Marie-Elizabeth Mali

I held the metal box
of my father’s ashes
before he was buried
in the columbarium.
If buried is what you call
being shelved like a book
in a marble tower
on Madison Avenue.

Reprinted from The 2River View, 11.2 (Winter 2007), by permission


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