Sunday, January 3, 2010

Coming to Light

Transition to transpire
An evocation coming
Coming higher and
Yet higher
A song, a bird
A bird, a song
Who makes for splitting
Hairs?
Who cares?
A bird, a song
A steeple spire
A church across
The street and
Aiming higher
For all the tensions
Of earthly life
The strife
The lines outside
My window, his, actually,
Of human beings
Waiting for a meal.

4/2/2009

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