Twin Builders

TWIN BUILDERS Took a break from years of research And worked in a small town building a new church. Local priest there resembled me, so they said. Old ladies in the post office would stop dead And tell me about their addict-son in court. Folks out of hospital would thank me for my support. So I went to the old church one day to see this guy: Once seen, I could understand the reason why: Holy Mackerel, he had same hair, eyes, height - Everything, including my coat and jeans too tight. First thing he said (after “My son” ) was How tired he was of people asking him the cause Of their leaky roof or how to extend a room. I said anybody can help fix buildings; but only some Can help fix souls. How strange that we two Were both busy building up the church anew. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Entered in Matt Caliri’s Contest “Doppelganger”