Pieces of String

The faint smell of wood oil

Mixed with droplets of dust

His thumb strokes the page

His eyes are lost

Worn leather shoes

Turned slightly inward

Are nevertheless polished

laces

tied

in

big

fat

bows

that

droop

down

the

sides

Which he stares at sightlessly

wondering

How long does it take prayers to be answered

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