Please 2

Without knowing it
I’ve mapped The Redundant churches of my childhood
Lounged like a sprawling bitch in the pews
Un earthed coins from the cushions
and
Found my tiny representation boring
the tongue in the cheek
the nose to the grindstone
sharpened
Its Brown hair and eyes like my own you cherish
in matters so absolute we
start with my home as a model
fondle my burning porch in the early morning light