Brooklyn Sunday Morning

quick and lively grandma has mink faces on her church coat fancy hats with veils and lipstick not like weekdays heels walk to church on the avenue we've all been married/baptised/buried here black eyes in the minks scare all children do they have teeth we can't touch who killed them and wrapped them up for ladies for church coats do they come on hats too? ugly facination we can watch them in church or stare at the stained glass until time passes Daddy Grandpa with fedoras lead the way bakery newspapers womens heads bent together whispering faces kind after church an hour of quiet well spent. Children running we know to stop at the corner Grandpa's got the camera there we are one-two-three