Replenish your faith
in memory of the
bronze deer
as the oaks stand
firm witnesses
to the cobwebs on
the bushes
that once were
attack ships off the shoulder of Orion
while gypsy kids
climbed up the tree of life
to get the ball
that was not theirs.
So messed up
I cannot tell the
weeds from the roses anymore.
Only time swings now
pausing only for
this moment of eternal joy.
