Portrait of the Artist as a Faded Relic

Antique Me

Springtime morning steeples ring,
The preacher smiles and makes the sign
Music plays and singers sing
White linen, candles, bread and wine.
Up the steps to speak up clear –
Speak so strong when he wants to sigh.
All look, some listen, none hear
He speaks and prays and wonders why.

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