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Author Archives: Timothy P. Schilling
Saint Martin
The man on the wall in my room under a tree reading a book
The wood is the sacred wood.
The tree is the cross.
He’s been there
and may be there
for quite some time.
This side up
On a day like this
You shower
shave
pack your lunch
and go to work
Light
Trying
Just like that cloud
The gentlest of souls has died
He will, I trust, be less confused
by his companions.
Their gentleness will match his own.
They made a boulevard through my midday woods
Whacked the weeds,
chopped the trees.
I don’t like it.



