Fire Engines
Fire Engines
If I’m tired of everyone,
that’s my problem.
So I did what I could
to burble up the most
feeble of prayers.
It was tiny
and it was everything
My little metal crucifix,
my used and will-be-used
unlit votive candle,
my white cotton Shrine cloth.
All of which, on a simple wooden table,
are waiting, ready, never asleep.
Fire engines and ambulances
in municipal garages.
– Pavaka Ritchot.
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