sunday gospel brunch
I saw you at a distance
light on your feet
and hovering like an angel
various laughter rising and falling
a bloody mary in your hand
I had just attended mass
having arrived an hour early
hopeful of resolving all of my
impossible transgressions
I shouldn’t have taken
the long way home
no less stroll past
sunday gospel brunch
where the atmosphere I hear
will bring back sweet memories
may two thousand nineteen
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