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7:15 on a Sunday evening
7:15 on a Sunday evening
Sparrows abdicate a sunny throne
Chattering Coyotes scan the field
Church doors are locked
The swirling scent of incense settles
Cold winds whistle ‘round the steeple
A lone bat hangs idle in the belfry
An old woman walks her dog
Stops to admire the majestic locked doors
Wonders why Sunday evening is so different
Than Sunday morning
Copyright ©
John Lawless
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