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MORNING COMMUTE

The Christ of St. Ita's
looks down from his alcove
like a suicide waiting
to be talked off a ledge.

In rush hour, outstretched
arms gesture wildly
at passing traffic;
pigeons erupt from his head.

The clock in his belly
is nine minutes off;
God is late to work again
the third time this week.

      — Ken Ashworth