The Routine Things

sunday morning

At the garage, car gone, enjoying the sunlight.

Alone for awhile, the house all to myself. Everybody else had gone to church.

I do my praying here: while eating my breakfast, while washing the dishes, barefoot and swaying to Blue Note records. I turn and turn slowly in my place, arms raised, hands cupped towards the light.

Good morning, M.

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