Sanctuary

I suppose they were praying
Statues themselves
Looking up at the motionless figure
Gesturing
With open hands
Forever

Other than their lips
Frozen amidst the greenery
They are silently watched
By me
Unabashed
Through the library window

Possibly concerned
The grey-haired lady looks behind her
One hand clutching a rosary
I looked up and they were gone
My sanctuary
Still growing
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5.12.08