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July 17, 2011

Hush of a hot Sunday morning 
broken by the hum of the air conditioner
and the sudden barking of my ferocious little dog.
He was a stray I always say, as if that might
explain his fierce Napoleonic tendencies.
Minutes tick by as I contemplate leaving
the cool of my house for the buzzing heat
of outdoors.  My church, my temple.
A choir of katydids will offer hymns
as the cardinal delivers his sermon of the day.

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