Tuesday, February 9, 2016

Facts for Believers

The sparrows nightly fly
Cross the baby shower sky
While frogs sing cricket key
And the river turns calligraphy

The sun is squeezed like a dropper of ink
In river light that could save us from the demons
But it's only not yet emptied sky
For we refuse to see

In lifeboats we worship the liquor
Of patterns and God as machine

1 comment:

the walking man said...

I not so much love the concluding line as agree with it.