Two Hours in October: A Poem (18 October 2016)

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Two Hours in October

Between cancer treatment and Irish class,
a soul deepened by the darkness of childhood
ponders the technologies of repression,
leaves, windblown, aimlessly circle the patio,
an English horn chuckles
amused by the scent of coffee
carried on an air conditioned breeze,
and women study ephemeral images
that have settled into their laps.
How can one study theology
in such a place?
It is better suited
to maniacal laughter and
paranoid delusions of rigged elections.

= C. Eric Funston
18 October 2016

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