Sunday, August 21, 2011
Day 355
1:22 am
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religion jar preserves
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Door opens
One inch
Now the sun can fit through
Four hands clasp clipboards
Finger taps
Ankle metronome
Unconventional marching band
Too early this morning
(Every morning, too early)
My eyes focus on the lines of their ties
Palms point to prayer
Pressing into wonder
Pamphlets for nothing in return
But their return
For 11:00 am today
Next week’s clock will be less patient
I am eager to read their words in solitude
As if I will summon the gavels
Turn church into courtroom
But I never ask where they were born
And they never guess I am different
Right here on these steps of forsaken sleep
Concrete steps in between us
Our hands seem only to build walls
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tkk
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