One Sunday.
Like a traveling gypsy
He goes from town to town
Tonight at the ocean
Tomorrow in the city
From the time the morning sun broke into my room
Until the ascension of tonight's moon
A barbecue
A dinner, making new friends
Into better ones
Then music
A church full of repentant sinners
My elders
I sit in the back row
My head bowed in prayer
After the faith offerings
Paying for the entertainment
We count heads
Many of them balding
Even though the conversation
And the songs are sublime
I'd rather be anywhere,
But here today.
August 23, 2009
© Anne Westlund
Poetry by Anne Westlund
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Written on 2009-09-03 at 07:47
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Eventful Day
Like a traveling gypsy
He goes from town to town
Tonight at the ocean
Tomorrow in the city
From the time the morning sun broke into my room
Until the ascension of tonight's moon
A barbecue
A dinner, making new friends
Into better ones
Then music
A church full of repentant sinners
My elders
I sit in the back row
My head bowed in prayer
After the faith offerings
Paying for the entertainment
We count heads
Many of them balding
Even though the conversation
And the songs are sublime
I'd rather be anywhere,
But here today.
August 23, 2009
© Anne Westlund
Poetry by Anne Westlund
Read 544 times
Written on 2009-09-03 at 07:47
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