Tomfoolery

Purpose. Way. I love

the wild rose’s thorns

with a child’s foolery.

Were I madder than men

with tall green hats…

 

Scratch. And the vinyls play.

I know how searing white 

is the night’s sky. When all eyes turn

to heaven, I am witness to that Lady

who is the dawn’s embrace

unfolding Her wings.

 

Having been wrapped in joy

wholly inarticulate,

I stand in the fields

of strawberry green.

05/30/2015

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