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
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