Doggerel

The second part of my series on prayer will appear early next week. In the meantime, this "blog" will return to its standard regimin of occasionally good poetry and half-formed (or half-informed) political opinion. The following is a draft toward a (hopefully) better poem.

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30% chance of rain
70% chance of dry

fog rises from sleepy hollow trees
bare-armed trees
raise their hands in prayer

a near-by roof blazes bright
white concrete spot light
while the next building
is shrouded in gray

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rankle the cottonwood
descend the terrace
the terra cotta grenery
of happenstance conversation
in the long narrow halls
contrasting cranial distortion
on the ocean redefining
the letters behind the words
the ideograms behind the letters