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I

When my father meets God
he says, Let me introduce myself….

When my father meets God
he says, Am I too early? Too late?

When my father meets God
he says, Do you serve drinks here?

When my father meets God
he says, It was easier not to believe.

When my father meets God
he says, I can see my house from up here.

When my father meets God
there is only the sound of my father
falling.

When my father meets God
he says, I can breathe again.

When my father meets God
rain returns to the city.

II

When God meets my father
He says, Let me introduce myself…

When God meets my father
He says, Right on time, right on time.

When God meets my father
He says, Could I offer you an Irish car wreck?

When God meets my father
He says, It gets easier now that you’re here.

When God meets my father
He says, I can see your house from up here.

When God meets my father
there is only the sound of God
catching him.

When God meets my father
He says, Welcome to your lungs.

When God meets my father
the city is cleaned for a new life.

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