Tuesday

He cry's by
A window already sodden
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With rain
Torrents of it obscure
The mountains    Smash
Up the concrete path
Outside
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He cry's and cry's clasping
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A silver cross about
His neck as if god
Is condensed 
In the airlock between
If I am dubious
I say nothing     Misgivings
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Washed away in tears in rain
Nothing moves save
The clock   Cross twisting
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In his hands
He crys.   Cry's and cry's
Plants drown
Still crying
I drive him to church that
He might speak more
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Intimately with his god
Church is locked   Notices
Grace huge wooden doors telling
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Of yoga bizzares fetes choir
So on.
The precise time of
Sunday Service   We stand apart
Together lost
In the Tuesdayness of it all

M ~