a cheap blue
suit on a cold
day
in april
hangs on your
dry bones,
with your
toupee floating
loose
in the wind.
last years
program still
in the coat
pocket,
a hole
in your best
brown
wing tips,
going to
confession
so that you can
get the wafer
and the wine,
it's come
to this,
being good
one day a year.
but it's
a start.
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