At the great mall
after the great hholiday
parking can be bought
only by a quarter mile walk
so great are the hordes
at worship.
I deliver my daughter
to this altar.
She thinks it is fun.
Dresses for it with greater
care than for church.
She is boy watching
with her girl friends.
It is a game for sure
I play at the Colorado Pen Company
the sweet nectar of acquisition
is what we believe.
The architecture gives silent testimony
to our faith.
only in the most hushed tones
is it acknowledged –
this is religion!
This is true faith!
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