sunday

sunday morning

holy land scriptures

singing fanny crosby hymns 

without the book

until the podium hushes

the congregation bulletin fanning

obstinate air resisting

hellfire and brimstone pellets

pews creaking 

approaching july noon

closing prayer

and out the door shoes off

turbo boost and the holy ghost trailing

cane pole 

minnow traps 

and a stringer full of crappie

grandma's kitchen

snapping beans

canning oven fired up 

mason jars scalding

heat waves pounding 

poppa's pruning shears

snapping at the backyard peach tree

woodshed shade 

sneaking cigarettes

feral kittens hissing and spitting

red bone hound 

scratching his back

in the cool dark dirt

fried chicken wafting

in homemade lard

from screened in windows

don't let the baby sweat

and try to let her sleep

sun beams through the doorframe

chasing her bassinette across the room

Reviews

[Vidya Bacchus]

Your Sundays actually sound very lovely.Traditions and family is what it's all bout.Great :)

[m.s.early]

(: thank you vidya :)

[Vidya Bacchus]

You are welcome :)