Poem for Thursday Eucharist
Gloss on Matthew 24: 41-51 Plum tree leaf shadow shifts in breeze glyphs sidewalk concrete bees rummage courtyard Rose of Sharon for grub ‘keep awake therefore, for you do not know on what day your Lord is coming…’ so knowing’s a no-ing a closing of the door where waking’s a yes a rest from ‘best practices’ managerial control the Imperial ‘I’ lead me to that empty field yielding stripped to just this — kid skipping in with a fist -ful of dandelions thief in the night