This problem of not being
who you are will not be
solved here where
the wind will blow you
from the bike
Think about it
G is for God
G is for God.
G doesn’t
sound at all like God,
but “God” doesn’t sound like God
either. God is the one
cupping her ear not caring.
!
The bicyclist was is and ever shall be
His passing is from
the pedaling that’s done.
His pedaling makes
the passing we’ll see.
The blue bird is king
Palest blue of the 5th of December
A single thought drifts in
hangs, goes
Our Lady of the Eucharist
To do
Milk light from the blue, aging night sky.
Drink at last of its newness.
Arrival
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