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SUNDAY
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Fruit seller church
seated at the corner of life:
crystal orange windows,
the sugar cane organ.
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Angels: little chicks
of Mother Mary.
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The blue-eyed bell
wanders off on bare feet
throughout the countryside
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Sun clock:
angelic burro with its innocent sex;
wind, in Sunday best,
bringing news from the mountains.
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Indian woman with loads of vegetables
embracing foreheads.
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The sky rolls up its eyes
when it sees the church bell
run barefoot from the church.