Sunday Candy
September 2014
Those mornings in bed you pray
somehow they’ll let you stay home:
then you think of the moment
Sunday school ends, those fifteen minutes
before the grown-ups sing their final hymn —
how you’ll run across the street
to the tiny candy store (there’s one
across from every church)
and give half the offering your father
pressed into your hand
to the old agnostic behind the…