Dangerous Dream #2
The sun sets and windows wake up with luminous
smiles and expectations.
In the suburbs, fathers enter home, cast a distracted kiss
to the sleeping children, wash their hands, rub
frustration from the blackened nails.
At that same hour, Jesus glides down
the gilded cross. Disguised in a farmer hat,
his hands still bleeding, he knocks at each door
an leaves a pamphlet on the other Kingdom.
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