Having time and inclination I visited
The idols of the marketplace after
They'd swept the steps, put up the shutters
And put a closed sign in the window.
There were three of them that day
More than enough for a small branch.
A worshipper had left them tea. They gave me a glass
Which I drank through a sugar lump.
Yes, they remembered my father,
A friendly man who came by sometimes
But never asked them for anything.
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