lost obiturary card

Someone died. That much is clear.
I know from the Jesus
card in the puddle
on the street.

With enough rain – His face,
such mortal paper,
will streak eagerly
into primordial colors,
and someone, somewhere,
will reach an empty pocket
and weep.

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