I
jim goff
THE VIRGIN
bow
I
before your molded form
and beneath I
my
knees
can feel the cold hard
Everyone
Is
bowed and
floor.
quiet.
Behind your cement lids, do you know my mind is in the busy market place? We sit as the wine is passed, hope it's good. The organ plays and your stony gaze follows I
as
I
hurry
home
to lunch.
jon naroid
45
