nuns
at the grocery store.
in black
and white garb,
one
older than the other, lagging
behind,
a loaf
of bread under her arm,
marked down,
the other,
pushing the cart forward,
filling
it with things to take
back
to the convent. both
quiet,
and deliberate, with a subtle
glow about them.
wordless.
it makes you wish
you were
a better person.

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