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| Chica |
In an empty lot
with motors, tires,
a congregation of tired feet,
beside bougainvilla
and a once a week watered palm,
a lone chair waits.
Sink into white
plastic. Balance heels
on brazen cement.
Your shadow
will hint
of right or wrong.
Look closely.
Your sermon
is under foot.
~ Judith Pordon
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