“holy ground”
The parking lot melts into the street,
The congregation walks down
holy steps.
Consecrated earth cries like watercolor,
the dandelions slake
their thirst.
I pray for rain and my mouth
is filled with snow.
C.W. Bryan is a student at Georgia State University. He lives with his clowder of cats (the best to ever do it) and girlfriend in Atlanta, GA where he writes poetry and short fiction. He is currently writing daily poetry prompts with a friend of his at poetryispretentious.com.