A Species of Bramble or Thorn
       

In the Temple parking lot
I once kissed a greedy
drunk boy, he was sixteen,
now a rabbi.

Did he ever apologize
to God for kissing then ignoring me,
my kiss the burning coal
by which his tongue was made heavy?

Or is that not a sin but part
of the sense of being chosen, anointed ...

The Burning Bush lit in anger
by Moses' concubine
after he beat her and God did not intervene.

The still small voice
of a 1967 Cadillac Eldorado
idling loudly outside the sanctuary
during the Benediction.

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