Atheists
We spoke a lot, for I would sit beside her
and both the Clement daughters in the pews.
The older one, the lovely Juniper,
the girl I’d later wed (last year in April),
was who I really went to church to see.
She was two years my senior, nearly twenty,
and was a recent secret non-believer.
Despite that, she still volunteered her time
in various church activities on Sundays.
A favor to her mom, if nothing else.
She was a choral scholar at the church,
a music student being paid part-time
to sing with the sopranos in the choir.