a church, yourselves
congregants communing
as one to find a One
but behind your crooked
smiles, your hoary handshakes
stand adultered hearts
and gluttonous envies
...
April celebrates poetry, and so shall I. To mark National Poetry Month, I write a poem every day (as I have for the past 5 years) and will post glimmerings here. Join in the fun, leave a line or two in the comments. Perhaps I shall fashion a posey of them all at the end of the month, a communal poem of sorts. Peace...
