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Pentecost Sunday


Today is a good day.  The sky is Blueberry Hill.

An artist in front of the church uses watercolors.

A weed growing from the bottom of a drainpipe

has a flowering bud.  Everything is marked down

thirty to sixty percent including

translucent Jesus, a fat cop on his beat

eyeing the sleeveless teenage girls,

& the leftover Easter candy. An afternoon

without mysteries.  No one has to pray.

We obtain what we desire. Not a single person

is disappointed. Even funerals are canceled,

all the recent dead are returning to life.

After Hell there is always Purgatory,

& the ascending concentric circles of Heaven.

Stop by for a new language & a free map.



[Originally published in NHS 2005, http://www.poetspath.com/napalm/nhs05/rob_rixon.html.]