Impressions of Sunday morning;

for Valerie, Vince, and John

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valerie and I

call the slice of chapel light

hockney and lemon

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sunshine on silver

tails of little wriggling fish

feeding the thousands

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vince by the fountain

twinkling as he talks about

beetroot and the times

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gold on the mustard

seeds that grow in gospel leaves

scattered on the ground

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black belt lay preacher

hurling holy water on

the red fires of hell

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the peace, fingers crossed

wishing my heart was as white

as the altar cloth

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shades of pigeon grey

orange plastic shopping bags

taking sunday home

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© Gail Foster 30^th July 2017