Noise from the Confession Booth
We were alone in a church in the middle of the week.
We got in the mood, nowhere to go, ran into a confession booth.
Behind the curtains in the dark,
A stain glass window dimly flickered light.
Felt like an elevator going up, rush, lift, thrill.
Wow, the thought of sinner stories confessed here
Someone on the other side of the sliding frosted glass panels
could slide them open and witness holy sin.
Vincent J. Tomeo is a poet, archivist, historian and community activist. For 36 years a New York city public high school teacher of American history. Presently volunteering at the 9/11 tribute center museum at ground zero. Vincent has been published in the New York times, Comstock Review and many others.
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