Red Car Renaissance

 

  We walked into the parking lot

after 10 o’clock mass on Sunday.
A car’s blur crossed our path
so close I felt the heat of the sun
in the hot wind off its fender.
They only meant to scare us.
I felt then what my prayers might have been.
  From: “Little Red Tangrams’
 by Dara Wier

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