it is noon
August burns
the chapel
slumbers
a cleaning lady
circles the altar
her dust cloth
stirs the silence
her slight limp
a reverence
herself
an incense
in the offering
air
with this
communion
I
leave
it is noon
August burns
the chapel
slumbers
a cleaning lady
circles the altar
her dust cloth
stirs the silence
her slight limp
a reverence
herself
an incense
in the offering
air
with this
communion
I
leave
to know
is
to know
with
a wedding
to tend
a banquet
to be
a promise
to keep
a ring
to feel
in a yellow wood
I found
a book of prayer
unbound
leaves
of wind
burning
heaven
down