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Church for Hire on San Jose
Kay Day


Scant yards away the asphalt stews beside
a shell that crowds this well-heeled thoroughfare.
Imagine faces leathered by sun-parched air,
strong hands in search of one more glory ride.
There must have been complaints--implied
by any holy house deprived of prayer.
Perhaps the deacons should have been austere
enough to ward off risk of patricide.

Next door, a poodle grooming service thrives.

Across the street, insurance limits loss.
So strange to see a stained glass sacrifice.
Here every other enterprise survives.
Yet grace still lives within a peeling cross,
and no one can complain about the price.

From A Poetry Break (Ocean Publishing, 2004)
Used with the author’s permission.

Kay Day is one of those writers who does it all--poetry, memoir, nonfiction, journalism, technical . . . you name it, she writes it--and does it well. Former host of a blog that focused on life and politics in the USA, she currently hosts a blog focusing on lesser-known stories: UnderCovered at Patreon. Kay is a former columnist for the The Writer Magazine, the author of two books, and her work has appeared in numerous magazines and anthologies. She has won awards for poetry, nonfiction, and fiction. A former South Carolinian now living in Jacksonville, Florida,  she is a frequent guest lecturer at schools and political and book events.




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