A few more for weekend reading

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“Of Course”


Not many open their arms when they say “Of course”
but you did.
I should have known from the black coat,
It would come to no end.

St. Cavewoman’s Convent School had taught me nothing
So I flew into your arms, thinking one day I would stay there.
The past really isn’t such a bad place to stay
If one can
And the forward motion is over a cliff.

You can’t learn
If you don’t want to be taught,
And the lessons of the cave
Are too pure to be real

So I’ll settle for the black wool
If that is all I get of the sheep,
But you knew that

Of course.


“BC”


I accidently –
But not inappropriately –
find you on a page.

Strangely
British Columbia was close by then

So to spin cycles, boredom
and making due with nothing

As it is now
And ever after?


“The 33rd Street Catechism”


I read the book and see you –
White shirt –
Tie –
Slacks –
Fearing the ruler if you misspeak the Word.

The book smells good;
That may be its only kind.
The past, its scent
Makes you hate the Word.

We share two books
My name under yours
The Mockingbird carries me closer to God
Than ever would this Holy Word.

The sacred heart is theirs

And yours
And mine.

Faith in the heart, not in the word.