vacant office
a spider hangs
on the coat stand
traffic jam
the roadside puddles
crowded with clouds
vacant office
a spider hangs
on the coat stand
traffic jam
the roadside puddles
crowded with clouds
through the confessional screen
the priest’s breath
rough tweed
hearing father’s voice
in mine
with every hair
left in the brush
a bit more Buddhist
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