Wednesday, October 24, 2007


Photo by S. Auberle

This morning
a chickadee lands
on my outstretched finger,
looks at me
and, I think,
pronounces me okay.
This was while walking
thinking about my sins
so--a few prayers for absolution,
a little penance and
I start all over again.
As the nuns used to say
after my tarnished seven year old soul
had just been to confession:
remember, child,
if you're hit by a truck
on your way home tonight,
you'll fly straight to heaven...
hope there are trees and chickadees there.
- mimi


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