From the stone tower atop Blue Hill
Boston’s skyscrapers resemble tombstones
“Daddy, did you build those?” A pause.
“Well, did somebody build them?”
Let us now delineate an array
of solar and lunar expectations
parenting the human condition
~*~
This sawtooth display
counters basic nature
spirals, branching, honeycomb
So which one are you coursing?
~*~
On my parking spot, Brianna’s
blue-and-purple chalk spells out
BELLE
BEAST
– perhaps she has the story straight
where beauty’s rainbow masks terror
Even a fruitcake granny can see
“He needs to get right with the Lord”
~*~
I’ve gone tracing
THE OLD SANTA FE SNAIL
Some rain. Some sun
The labor spreads before me
poem copyright by Jnana Hodson
(originally appeared in the journal Indigo)
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