Best Hymnbooks Poems

The sparsity of congregants
reminds me of the absence 
of jestful boys schooled 
in the faux arts
of throwing hymnbooks
across the nave.

The smelters ran two shifts, 
fed us beattitudes
of paid mortgages 
and Sunday roast beef
as the school teemed every year
with five-year-olds.

Sidewalks buckle
atop the roots of oak canopies,
as...

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