Sunday, November 9, 2008

It's a Sunday morning in Pennsylvania. How could I not write this?


while praying
after mass
the Virgin Mary
in her baby blue
cloak and
pearl colored veil
leans down
over a bank
of lit candles
to touch me gently
on one shoulder
her lips like
a cut strawberry
she straightens
to brush a lock
of hair off her
china doll face
and whispers
excuse me
I hate to
disturb you but
don’t you think
oh don’t you think
Jane Austen
could be
my twin?

1 comment:

Tara said...

"lips like
a cut strawberry"
is brilliant!
And I tagged you!
Check out my blog for the rules!