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
Exceeding photo with surrealistic touch.
I love this photo…it is odd and strange and beautiful at the same time…
Hi. Where was this photo taken, exactly?