From 2017, I think.


to find evidence
of God and the blessed angels


in Boston sidewalks
pocked with dog-shit,
in the loutish honking

of short-fused drivers,
in the always-open

Church of the Advent doors

being locked
when you'd most welcome
a silent heart-to-heart

with mellow, courteous, kindly

Anglican Jesus.

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Written on 2022-08-09 at 06:02

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