15 Pews
The Garment District
Overnite
City trucks slowly rumble along the street
Dust
Dirt
DNA
All powerhosed
What's left suspends like your aura
Perfume lingering
Forgiveness falling, gliding almost
unseen
a golden leaf deep in the forest
Resting among fellow leaves
Experienced in changing seasons
Cautious
but not fearful
Cautious
but not fearful
15 Pews
The backward glance the morning cast
Without regret on midnight past
And lives now strewn to what may be
Where once the stars shone bright for thee
Must gather centuries eternal dust
For only darkness, graveyards trust
The whistling wind, her tall tales told
Of demons, dragons, warnings scold
Where earthly altars blessed the few
That knew their place…….the fifteenth pew
Copyright © James Marshall Goff | Year Posted 2010
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