At the Church Door - Louis Simspon



I didn't stay for the closing
hymns and prayers. I felt
out of sorts, so I left.

Someone was before me
at the door: a child, gazing
at a spot on her wrist.

She said, "Can you help me?"
"What is it?"
"A lady bug," she said.

So I opened the door,
and she said "It jumped off."
We stood looking around.

"It'll be alright," I said.
She went back in, and I left
taking care where I stepped.


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