Two poems
I Saw a Dove Amongst a Flock of Pigeons
One monochrome March morning
I knew the world was ending.
That morning I saw a dove amongst a flock of pigeons
And strung out angles shuffling slowly through the streets of Minneapolis
Softly singing lullabies for the rabble of St. Paul.
Deep crimson canyons along your arms and legs –
The world was ending — your head Hades; your eyes Olympus.
I saw a dove amongst a flock of pigeons.
Kelcey
She is the frame over which the universe is woven.
The waxing and waning of our lunar satellite —
soft-spoken yet insubordinate.
And our souls will waltz across the auroras,
on top of the angelic peaks
of treacherous mountains,
Down
below
to purified pools of sustainability.