Mary Samuels, a Presbyterian,
called them “tricky things” —
the hand dip and swooping
genuflection, kneelers,
chest thumps and
thumb-wrought crosses —
overdrawn feints
to fool the mind of God!
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Love, a ribbon of light
Love, a ribbon of light,
troubles me from bed and
out the door,
unfurling and
curling back,
tying me to my neighbor
It’s better not to know
Though we bang the door for answers
and throttle the concierge
All a kind of manna
First it snows blossoms,
then it snows hail,
then it snows snow
All my worthless dying
Not to myself, just dying.
Optic
The mist you’re in
is light on the dirt
on my own window.
I’d clear if it I could,
to see you as you are.
The superior life above
Two lines of birds,
two helicopters circling
seeking
the accomplice?
of the wanton killer,
and a lone jetliner
leaving our fair town
Calling
Other people are doing other things,
but only I can do this.
I threw away this: ?
And turned it all into facts
Dispersion
Can you shoo a ghost
away like smoke,
do you
hurt its heart when you do?
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