pastorale

bats
chorusing above
a weathered church

a bazaar of voices
from the hedgerow

every pew occupied
with cobwebs

word search
through the window
shrieking rooks

“Reserved for Pastor”
new sign
in an empty parking lot

afternoon nap
the occasional thud
of an acorn

snaking around
the stained glass
covid test line

a bubble dances up
redfish dreams

almost gone
an overgrown graveyard

one spring morning
the whole earth
sings