Notes during my grandfather’s vigil: There are no words.

Notes on the morning of my grandfather’s funeral: a white bird flies until it turns [[/ has turned]] into a black bird. a ___ door / a [glass] door shatters and the rest of time stands still. a rocking chair is untouched by [the wind]. a dog whimpers for its owner, knows[[/knowing]] that [death] has touched the place. has come and gone as quietly [[misr…