Twilight Trees
Dark branches, vascular in the failing light;
roots reaching down, deep into the sky.
On Jim Vitale's "Twilight Trees"
exhalation, seeds into the air.
inhalation, birds into my lungs.
exhalation into sky.
inhalation into soil.
sky into soil, soil into sky
and the tree growing from
my heart breathes both ways.
On the steps of St. Paul
Moldy crackers scattered for pigeons,
Stripped flesh consumed.
On Joyce Crissman's "On the steps of St. Paul"
Resurrected body from the tomb
but the strips of flesh still line
the steps of St. Paul's,
daily reminders for the
pilgrims coming to coo prayers,
pigeons massing for a cracker
that's moldy only because
they let faith idle in the damp
basements of their hands.
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