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Apr 18, 2006
Years ago, my mother sang in a quartet
with her sister Lorraine and their two cousins.
The Cousin Quartet, it was called.
I just asked her about it tonight, as she lay dying.
“The funny thing was,” she said,
“we always stood with our backs to a window.
And someone was always pouring sand.”
I asked my aunt about these things;
she shook her head. And so we gather
evidence for the fading music
of the mind, the light behind us.
And someone is always pouring sand.
Articles by Paul Willis