Praying Evening Prayer
in the showroom of the Honda Dealership.
Clean and bright. Nearly empty,
just me and the secretary and a new SUV,
gleaming white. Outside the evening
has begun to descend on the Taco Bell,
the Adult Video Store. The cars
streaming home on 9th have all turned on
their lights. Only in God is my soul
at rest, he only is my rock and my refuge.
How bare the bright walls.
The empty cubicles.