by  Andy Liimatta

A steady stream of moisture

pumping from a vent, flaps flown open,

located halfway up the foundation,

near the back of the stately church,

A cloud pushed out,

some inner force was expelling the mist…

undoubtable a dryer was running,

mid-morning wednesday must be the time for wash.

Some priestly vestments?

no… not in a dryer,

Probably some washcloths, some kitchen towels, some rags.

A small load of church wash on a wednesday

A moment later the vent runs dry,

no more pouring forth firmament,

what was wet is now warm and toasty.

ready to go forth to wipe and wash.

The stately church standing tall at Baldwin and Hwy 28

steeple raised above a small town’s skyline –

someone’s in there on a wednesday…

getting ready