I dip a toe
out into the cold.
what to wear?
shorts, perhaps. just
for a run
out to get coffee and a paper.
it's not raining.
the wind has died down.
I see the cars lining up
next door for mass.
the church a stones throw away.
I could slip in and get a dose
of the holy
ghost, but
would the ceiling collapse?
perhaps.
let's just to do coffee.
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