Kelley

lukewarm

In her crisp white shirts and proper gloves
She calls herself
Devoted.
Upright
In her faith.
A true
Believer.
On Fire.
A Good
Doer.
Righteous.
But her Time with God,
In quiet prayer
And daily Bread,
The Holy life,
The Walk of Talk
Is tucked away.
Staunchly perfect.
A precious bundle
Like heirloom silver
Wrapped in linen
Placed carefully in a back drawer
Only opened
On Sundays
Or once or twice a year
When her mother visits
Or to dust
And let in
The spring air.