Saturday, February 1, 2014

Sunrise: through the evergreens, under the heavy Manitoba Maple, and past the swing it came to me.
God forgive me,
but these days prayer just feels like
buying a lottery ticket.
There's a remote chance it may be of some benefit.
But it is you, God,
I tell this to.
And the fact is
I dreamt last night I won the lottery.
Six hundred and six thousand
to be precise.

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