Hundreds sit hunched
under umbrellas
over lunch waiting
for the geyser's gush.
Having parked in lots
ordained by the National
Park Service, in pews
they view the sermon.
Then comes the hail,
no hail Marys this hour,
back to the car or tour
bus to devour mush.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment