Ritual: Ordinary Time

September in my late 40s.
Sunset. I'm heading over
to the 7 Star Grocery to pick up

a half-gallon of lowfat milk
and a loaf of whole-wheat bread.
The darkening air (damp, cool)

smells like mosquitoes. I walk
past St Agnes Church, asleep
until tomorrow, and remember

that I haven't seen Roxie today,
so I pop into The Book Rack
for my soul's health's sake.

 

 

2017





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Written on 2017-09-18 at 06:14

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Sameen
so I pop into The Book Rack
for my soul's health's sake.

Yoooooooooooo
2017-09-19


Bibek
Excellent write!
2017-09-18


ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
Bravo Tom. an exultant, write
Ken
2017-09-18



This is a wonderful invitation:)
So nice to read and feel:)
2017-09-14