it’s hot & dry
syrupy lime-sap exudes
from leaves
and plops
sticky, smelly
stains on the pavement;
it traps grit and muck and litter;
grabs the soles
of the congregation,
the faithful who to and fro
church Dewi Sant –
pray the rain to wash away
our sins
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