Sharon Gilbert (So Quiet)

Monday, November 14, 2005

We put stones over bones to remember. Then the snow blows like dust, and the tombstones are buried in snow. The stones, with names and dates inscribed, stand in a field surrounded by a stone wall. The bus whirs past on wet pavement. Sharon was always worried about the flu and when she couldn’t get a flu shot last year, I wasn’t too surprised to learn she ended up in the hospital. Her lung she said had collapsed. We commiserated on the phone. She was an artist and worked with chemicals.


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