in the book i'm reading
the poems sound like prayers
and are interspersed
between line drawings
of naked women and
simple self-portraits.
in my mini-van
this morning, i sang
several choruses of
hallejuiah, the notes
soothing, but off-key.
Outside, the sky
was lavender
and the moon, as it sank,
was a bright
silver coin in the east.
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