When Flowers Were I n Bloom

When Flowers Were I n Bloom

Friday

After He Spoke, I Dreamed of Angelfish



Moon above,
sea below
-- Sturm und Drang
-- under the quilt of guilt.
And still I feel His presence,
this night of  Eucharist.
Beneath the star of Bethlehem
a million fry flounder,
afflict my soul.

I slam shut the shutters.
Thrash hopelessly till I school.
A billion angelfish and I
falling
through the blue pool of heaven.
Immersing
-- in body
-- in water.

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