the party favors in the offering plate seem out of place
I am out of place I hear God sigh and the stained glass
shines in a different way
I'll meet you outside I say to Him as I go in
and then I do and Sunday begins.
the bacon and eggs afterwards the
grape jelly like a jewel on the plate
broken up into smaller jewels
spread on the buttered toast
garnets I thought after I learned that word.
and now in the tiny rose garden Outside
no petals fall and it is afternoon and
now there is no school my favorite dream,
only the roses
mary angela douglas 19 february 2015
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