©photo credit westcoastwoman
A wandering agnostic amongst a sea of Easter hats
no hat to call my own, moments captured
hardly convey this half way house,
this purgatory on parade.
I move through cobbled streets
and find no spot to settle
a restless dog rotating above it’s bed.
Salvation is offered
at the tip of a blue laced finger
I pass, move forward …
but give an upward glance
as Magic forms above
on this Louisiana morning.
© westcoastwoman 2019