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Summer/Fall 2019



by Sandra Marchetti


for Wrigley Field


Clutch the railing up the steps,

shuffle to your pew. Sing

two, a third if blessed. Whisper

“cathedral,” then profess.


We pray, but witness a wake

most days. We slake ashes

onto the track; a loud-

speaker calls us back.


The organ keys strike three,

abide the trinity. On Sunday

dressed our best, we crowd around

the beaming green and rise as one

spirits the blue. Tell me,

what do you do at church?



*Previously published in The McNeese Review.



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