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Aug 2015
as christ the king.

we came up the back way,
from the avenue.

she did not know of the place,
she asked her friend.

down in the lower room, we saw
the empty food bank, their cases
full of treasure.

read the names, the words in latin,
heard all the questions. wondered
at the glass in blue, honored in red.

later, she entered with her father,
processed, then got married.

outside it was raining gently.

sbm.


notes:-derived from Latin, processio, from procedere, to go forth, advance, proceed
Sonja Benskin Mesher
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