In Secret

by Stephen Damon

 

On the avenue below

Sunset scavenger trucks

Make their morning rounds

 

Through quiet city streets

Still asleep beneath

A sky of twilight gray.

 

I am alone, standing

Before an empty altar

In a quiet unlit corner

 

Of my life. Praying

To you without words

Or gestures, in secret.

 

Bows,

Stehen