
The catholic prayers of my father rise with
Smoke from a veladora wick
Sanctuary Series
Assorted Saints only $19.99
Repeating parts that turn
In a truck engine hum idle outside
It is not the wind
Not the ocean
Not the rain
As murmurs groan request
Sets me in a day dream.
An atom beat the seconds long
before my creation.
A prayer is
an oscillating motion, close to clever.
Monks and Sisters repeat a rhythm played
on plastic rosary chimed by fingernails.
Movement marked by the regulated
succession of strong or weak of faith—
to void—Sung prayers paid to jump-start
the interest of a saint.
Offered to You
My ghostly priest
I hold a secret:
When no one is looking
I keep right.
-SPL

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