dove January 4, 2009
it’s a shocking bird
singing rock opera
straight through a
stained glass window
on those cold sundays
you’ll never remember to
forget. no lack of
crayons on the
fourth pews floorboards.
now, the ladies still
sing and their men hum
hymns like steam trains,
but harder; big hats shift
with praise.
It is wonderful to see you making another post.
Having amused myself with those same sorts of crayons, I find this piece nostalgically entertaining. I am unsure of the phrase “the ladies always still sing”, though I do not find that it disrupts anything. I very much like your use of punctuation at the end, as well.
Nice! I like it.
This is definitely one of my favorite.