Adam Mish

like steam

somtimes I take
the short walk
from the
office to an old church

scuffing my bootheels visions
of sounds a
city doesn't
make on its own

and colors

and people without
shoes on
bolted down benches

I go in the
church and
pray like steam

a tortured peace

all poems

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