Now The Answers Will Come
He wanders lost in the dim of the fading moon
Down steep stairs finds a door will not open,
‘I want out,’ he pleas despair to no avail,
Stomach knotted aches the turmoil he can’t tell
Save the one who has his heart if near will know,
Dispirited, wallows, laments, alas his presence is afar.
Ah free sparrow, how sweet your song.
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Morning charcoal wakes them with her silent fury.
Tawny finch and cardinal friends compete for crumbs.
Ceiling fan quiet still its dusty blades stalled up there.
Nature gentle whispers tender soothe the aged oak.
Rolling doors bang, slam and howl down at the tracks.
Them on motored rubber dare the signal cries out red.
Sirens scream like arrows pierce billows toward the smoke.
Angel five on her birthday skips merry off to school.
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Bundled snug in withered wraps,
trembling hands and moon stained faces
turned stone defy night bitter frozen,
haunts them dare they flee.
Fearless!
Down, the toll piled
steadfast, high against them,
hero ghosts come say them stay
Resolute,
their candy cotton statues
‘midst emerald straws and
diamond sparkles tell the spring.
Cheer on!
caps turned out, rally beckon,
prayerful hands up high awaving,
begging hope and dreams waft eternal,
least ’til all them nine have played.
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