Happy Hour
It's Recess, or whatever
He calls his downtime. God's
at play in the sky, bowling popcorn
balls of cumulus against the walls
of a candy sky. He does not wear
a long white beard, or flowing
robes. He's shaved, and
got his rompers on.
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