Judgment at Church


Practicing at a Church I Usually Don’t Go To – A Short Short Poem


She is walking out of church with very long legs and very short shorts.

I am behind her, noticing, with a remnant, a wafting of judgment,

That I discard and think instead,

You are wonderful, as are your friends, and I love you.


The End


Drawing and Poem by Marty Coleman


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