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

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