Morning prayers

Standing naked
in the kitchen,
spitting grape-seeds
into the sink.

Candles lit now;
whispering the
Trisagion –
Greek and Latin.

A grumbling drone
in the distance,
drawing nearer –
the street-sweeper.

Half an hour still
before the news
and still too dark
to feed the birds.

 

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