I see the church lot
is full again this morning.
it overflows.
the cop with his flare and waving
arms
is out there.
his blue lights on.
the cars stream in, stream out.
everyone in a hurry.
it's a frenetic pace.
the good deed done.
the holy clock punched.
the prayers said. God is out of
the way
once more
for a week.
sin free for a few hours,
rinse and repeat.
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