A Mary Grotto
She slips quietly
into the semi-circle of the grotto,
reverently lights a votive candle.
A pretty girl, her form drags my eyes
away from the plaster virgin
into a carnal daydream.
She does the whole Catholic thing.
As she intones her rosery
her body invades my senses.
When I look again, she is crying
Some loved one badly needs her prayers?
I check myself to see if I am shrinking –
I think I am.
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