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SUNDAY PRAYER, xv
Time & time again,
a box of clapping hands betrays us,
each their fingers drum cicadas,
toss indifferent tomatoes.
I am clowns stuffed in a car.
Grandpa's body in the yard.
Venus approached the porch of Mars,
bearing black wine and a card. I am, I am.
Time & time again,
I fill my stones chock full of pockets,
throwing words up at the wisemen
who have sewn up history's hymen.
Sons are dangling from the trees,
and ships are bookmarks for the sea.
Missus sunrise from a barn,
weathervanes, the threading yarn. I am, I am, I am.
But you're a birthday,
deep with the dayshine.
Dusk to a moonbreak,
the dust of keepsakes.
Time & time again, I am, I am.
DAS - Pontiac, Michigan, USA
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