someday (an homage to prayer)

I remember feeling good when I saw the light that shined through the tree under which I rested, thinking, This is the light not trapped at the top, held there. It was on a weekday, several months ago. While Prayer worked, I napped under a tree. She'd return in three hours, she said, and when she was through with work I met her in the lot where she had parked her car, crookedly. We got in her car and pulled out, and then, so happens, the parking spot held no significance, no matter.

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