I am in the church of God
Stone surrounds me
Lights burn above me
Catching mosaic, shimmering
There is a lady whose blouse is
White where the sun comes in.
Pockets of shadow beckon
A woman with a stooped back
Walks back and forth
From door to door.
She looks right through me
And I am beginning to remember
That I am not really there
She is talking in Spanish
Focusing on something I can not see.
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