ALL SAINTS’ DAY

The news loops and re-loops until tomorrow’s loop loops the next tomorrow.

We are cloning light blue beaded swallowtails before frost settles in.

The storm windows are winning us in light only painters can manipulate.

Words are trite in the backdrop of war, but someone needs a distraction.

Boys play golf in the field, worried about a physics test.

Next month’s money slips through unfortunate calculations.

The cello, though restrung, has forgotten the Chorus.

Those beatified have crystalized new stained glass windows.

Things hurt in new places.

Last night I was something more interesting.

Last night I wasn’t preoccupied with home.

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6 Responses to ALL SAINTS’ DAY

  1. Steven Leek says:

    You never flinch. You create though all the chaos.

  2. Gordon Hilgers says:

    Sitting at the train station one afternoon last week, I watched as one after another Monarch butterfly dipped and danced as the Monarch procession headed southward.

    I named one, “Stan The Monarch”. I hope Stan is well. I don’t know if Stan’ll send me a postcard, but I really hope he does.

    Nice lines by the way. 🙂

  3. Myke Todd says:

    This was not a good year for butterflies. Or lightning bugs. But if you are a fan of those little beetles that look like ladybugs, they are everywhere, and how did they find their ways into my house, to the inside of my windows? It is not even cold outside.

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