Bare Feet and Feathers

Born from a belly full of broken glass Screaming bloody murder and profanity Cities stained by an afterbirth of graffiti Riding the shoulders of a rioting underclass Sirens blaring; the hymns of a violent mass Struggle and scramble, trampling faith and charity. Dumb and ignorant march with hatred, their deputy Flailing child slashing peace, shouting and crass. Silence of glades and wisdom of fawns Baggy pants prophets honk and waddle Trespassing across the folds of a petal Carrying the good news of a million dawns A spider weaves in silence, her gossamer model Pleading to people, "Choose peace and settle."

My March Lenten sky plain as a tablecloth, still milk, cotton shroud. Ten Canada Geese charge over the treetops into April's riot. Siphoning my faith straight into God. Tugging the tendons of my pride. Unveiling me; a sculpture of hope rooted in my lawn and reaching into the pockets of tomorrow. Searching for a butterscotch like a gift from Grandpa home from the factory.