Stephanie Lewis encouraged me to write new poetry. As it happened to be I had one brewing inside of me. I think I just needed that little sisterly push. So here’s the latest (as of last night). Forgive any quarks:

SCENE FROM THE KINGDOM OF GOD

She wrecklessly threw her arms around him,
Backpack knocking her off balance,
Before she, beautifully awkward, fell
Into a bus line proptious.
[He turns and steps.]
His heart, turned alkalescent, rheumatic
from a child, into his stomach
Melts and bubbles, bestirring chemic brew,
Bestowing God’s breath and long steps.

She opens a window to wave to her surrogate.
[Wave. Wave returned.]
The smell of leaves being burned
And the threaten of twilight
Push the bus out of sight.

[He leaps.]
Old wings unfold patched, and tightened pinions,
By the eight-year-old blindly.
In the instant of a hug she seamed a saint.
[Flight of the saint.]