Took
a wrong turn
on
Sheridan Road
after
yoga class
and
wound up
at
the Baha'i temple,
then
sat idling
in
my car while
I
gazed at the spiraling roof.
It
always reminded me
of
a gigantic
orange
juice squeezer
waiting
patiently
for
an orange.
There
are no accidents,
or
so the new agers
always
say, but I think
there
must be at least a couple,
and
this is probably
one
of them.
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