Saturday, March 9, 2013

What I had in my pocket

What I had in  my pocket
wasn't what I thought I had.
I thought it was an insert
with the reading for Lent III.
But when my dog wandered
off into the snow
in front of the bank
and pooped,
I reached into my pocket
for the insert
and found instead
some poems a friend wrote.

Losing all credibility
as a good citizen
and dog owner,
I used my boot
to push some snow
on top of the poop.
And took the poems
home to read

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some ponderings by an aging white man who is an Episcopal priest in Connecticut. Now retired but still working and still wondering what it all means...all of it.