SUNLIT INTERROGATION


In an empty lot
with motors, tires,
a congregation of tired feet,

beside bougainvilla
and a once a week watered palm,
a lone chair waits.

Sink into white
plastic. Balance heels
on brazen cement.

Your shadow
will hint
of right or wrong.

Look closely.
Your sermon
is under foot.



Judith Pordon




Published in Many Mountains Moving

Spirituality Special Issue

Judith Pordon - Blank Beauty

Judith Pordon - The Encore of Age

Judith Pordon - Published Poetry

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