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I like your sleeves,
they’re puffy.
Your hat has the
Wright idea.
I am not looking
down on you.
Are bee hives
a pain in the neck?
If only times were
different, the sparrows
would build a nest
in your beard.
Don’t worry,
I just came to
stretch a bit and
leave you a little
something.
My friends told
me about you
how you were
a watershed of
religious history.
You are like the
peak of the church
we usually perch
on,
and now you
stand here and preach
on.
What’s your name again?

This is submitted for One Stop Poetry’s One Shoot Sunday.
Photoghraphy of James Rainsford.