morning on bernadette

car lots at dawn, frosted intercoms
blue whale of a sky swims over the grid -
that putrid and pulchritudinous pavement oyster

in a crummy cathedral, prayers leak out of haggard bodies
zipped up in windbreakers, buttoned down in shirts
wrapped up in concerns, torn from loss, frayed with regrets

rosary prayers revamp the brokenness, the mess
and offer a brief respite from the routine of restlessness