A Moment of Faith
I went up to the rail for the wine;
my mouth was dry
and I thought: Why not?
Later, a pigeon shat
on my new J. C. Penny suit.
I tried to rub the mess away
but it just spread the more.
When my mother saw that ruined jacket
she angrily showed be
the back of her hair brush.
That was my last drop of Christ’s blood.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2022
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