(Sun Series #2)
He calls for the offering. He does not know that I have it hidden in my pocket. It is not for him; it is for you. The service continues as I walk past. He is convinced that the penitent sinner will be forgiven. I am not so sure and walk away out of earshot. I take a young tendril from the tip of the grapevine and chew… Your pale phlox are dancing all around me.