i see a gaggle
of nuns
over by the rectory,
a few priests in black
and white.
it's a flock of penguins
all giddy
and jumping with joy
about something.
i ride by on my bike
and smile.
someone's prayer
has been answered and
the angels are singing
they all say as one,
throwing
rosary beads into the air.
no need to bother them
about mine,
my little prayer.
i'll savor that
forever, if there is
such a thing.
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