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Ascension Day

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That Thursday after Mass
a tennis ball between us 
we played fast catch until the ball
cambered to an alley between factory walls
where we saw him (Creeping Jesus)
tying a rough cord round the waist
of his old raincoat. He looked up
eyes the colour of evening smiling
through a drape of lank hair.

He signalled us to follow him
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