Winter 2001
	Sharon Chmielarz
	Duet in the Little Blue Church
	Listening to him you'd think we two sang the way saved sing, making the connection between loss and love, holding its music cracking stars my dad bass to my alto.
	Listening to him you'd think sorrow our beacon joy the rose light on snow.
	You'd even think disappointment, sitting in the back pew, unfrozen from frowning, had opened a mouth, as echo.