A dove on my shoulder.

Once I went to the Vatican and

I saw the brilliant architecture and

Checked out the Sistine Chapel,

And in the process got a crook in my neck

It was only afterwards outside

The heavenly city when I walked into

A very small, ancient church

On the city’s outskirts that I

felt comfortable.

I sat down exhausted by the day

And then I felt the most brilliant

Peace, as if a dove had

Descended on my

Shoulder.

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