Friday, March 13, 2009

Heads Up

From the edge of crumbling asphalt acres to pitted sidewalks caulked at empty windows, there was nothing but mountains of haggard snow out of whose summits rose lampposts that could still be seen beyond the interstate. Under ubiquitous clouds enveloping shammers, scammers, and radio yammers unraveled a long prayer walk. Upon the sigh of its last yearning prayer request there was something after all. Shining. The amen. It said, "In God We Trust."

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