Selected Poems
Baptism
A breeze swells and wakes
waves to break strong into
our pom-pom bouquet tree
boxed in by sidewalk blocks.
Birds hide in what's left of yellowing leaves.
This flock of prophets preach and herald
with squawks, clicks, chirps and loud jeering
feeling all of it in their very feathers
the fulfillment of an approaching promise.
As the people pass below
head long toward home.
They hear the message
but cannot comprehend or
just refuse to understand.
No one ever repents, of their own free will.
Wind increases and rain arrives in time.
The flock flies off for locusts and more wild honey.
Maybe hope lies, in another tree.
waves to break strong into
our pom-pom bouquet tree
boxed in by sidewalk blocks.
Birds hide in what's left of yellowing leaves.
This flock of prophets preach and herald
with squawks, clicks, chirps and loud jeering
feeling all of it in their very feathers
the fulfillment of an approaching promise.
As the people pass below
head long toward home.
They hear the message
but cannot comprehend or
just refuse to understand.
No one ever repents, of their own free will.
Wind increases and rain arrives in time.
The flock flies off for locusts and more wild honey.
Maybe hope lies, in another tree.
