It is peaceful here.
It fits the end
Of the Christmas season.
My morning dreams had me
Out to breakfast
With my sister.
I asked for extra creamer
And served communion
To the entire restaurant,
Table to table.
When I turned around
Everyone was lined up
In two rows
Like the Virginia Reel.
I knew they waited
For anointing.
Good thing my oil stock
Was in my pocket.
No comments:
Post a Comment