The Men Poem by rich soos

The Men



finger their beards
while contemplating
the gold-edged books
held in their laps

sacred prayers whispered
in thin painful breaths

opening solemn doors
in the empty sanctuary


from Parting/Departing (2015)

Thursday, December 8, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: beards,doors,men,prayers
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rich soos

rich soos

Passaic, NJ USA
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