6349. AS IT IS, THERE'S A CHURCH

AS IT IS, THERE'S A CHURCH

As it is, there's a church on this corner

that still baffles my brain  -  its rigid 

windows and locked front doors try 

to welcome nothing. Out front, the 

most humble corner bronze you'll

ever see is situated.

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If it were mine, this statuary, I'd not

know where to put it : a kitchen shrine

to the Goddess of Grain, some Ceres

for the cereal aisle, a puffed-wheat brain

for an Alpha-Bits world? A lounge-chair

companion for one hundred long 

and sleepy nights?

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As it goes, instead, here, a taxi's splash

blows by, the grime of a bus just missing

the corner, two gents fighting over where

to park. Some ladies in hats are passing;

all in favor, say 'Aye', all opposed say 'Nay'.