a poem-a-day inspired by the saints. party on!
our Buick caught
a barb in the road,
a thistle that sent us
hurdling.
we learned that if you
keep swinging
your rosary like a lasso
in front of the driver,
things will not
end well.
first, the impact.
second, the silence.
third, the prayer.
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