A New Psalm by Tim J. Brennan

One day you notice 
your favorite shirt
is hot red, not blue
the outside porch lights
are shaped like pineapples;
you wonder if today is the day
for that epiphany you’ve been
waiting for all your life
Maybe your lover is now Irish,
a lassie who leans her head
slightly to the right when she
kisses you. 
Someone knocks;
you eagerly open the door;
a lilied field stretches beyond 
everything you will ever know

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