religious today,
the boy
said to his mother
as they drove
along the dirt road,
heading towards the white
clapboard church
down in the glen.
she squinted her
eyes,
and told him to put his
arm back
into the car before
a street sign took it off.
she looked beyond
the tall swaying
pine trees
the boy was right, a cathedral
of white clouds
rose majestically beyond them,
with long bands of
sunlight
shooting between the blue,
finding their targets
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