my sunday morning

after Wallace Stevens

sunny april sunday morning we woke up hungry so
i walked all the way to market basket on empty for bananas
on which to smooge the peanut butter
for which we midnight-biked to the grocery store the night before
you put on coffee and mahalia jackson, opened all the windows
cleared the bill pile off the table, said welcome to church
i said well then we’d better get out the strawberries too
and we sat down with spoons and worshipped till we were good
and full


Bonny McDonald

used with permission of the poet

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