Sunday Morning Prayers

The Unconquered Sun rises behind a housing project
While cops on the beat down their coffee
And the unwashed masses, quarters in hand,
Flood the corner laundromat

As a few hungry souls begin to congregate
Outside the neighborhood soup kitchen
A dutiful sextant opens the gates
To the Dutch church up the road

So Dante and I continue our journey
Along a path that takes us
Who knows where
The pavement our psalms

The click click of tags on a collar
Our morning chant
Content to pass the time together
A Dog and his faithful Friend

~BT Waldbillig
March 3, 2017

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