Wednesday poem

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Here's mine:

Seeing

There are some who watch sunshine

across a table, amazed at dust particles

floating aimlessly around the room,

they see lost souls or endless regret.

And there are those who dress

in front of a funhouse mirror

unaware of the fractured distortions

that go on and on.

I sit holding a hot cup of coffee,

steam rising over my hands,

they become my father's hands...

just like this he held his cup,steam

rising from him

many a morning.

The clock down the hall chimes 8,

like the bells of St.Mary's,

 that ring in me from my childhood,

that church across the street

where I thought God lived,

and always wondered why

He never walked over

and made it better.

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