Finding God

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Finding God

She found her God
under the dry tarpaulin
of an unused fairground ride.

Every gentle thrust
rang a little bell
on the stylised fire engine.

And as his ardour hardened,
her fire flew higher,
ringing her little bell.

4 Comments on “Finding God

  1. Ah, the ecstasy to be taught on a whimsical merry-go-round. I always picked the tallest steed. Think there’s a lesson there…Can hear that bell clearly.

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