SCROLL ON A SNAIL

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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