Midwestern Midnight and Forgotten Saints


She devours ancient poetry, singing gracefully in bathrooms and empty stalls

To the lonely ancient flickering periphery of deceased stars

That float unconsciously above suburban rooftop shingles

Calling upon formless spirits and the imprints of the dead

Her ancestors finely speaking through cracked sidewalks

And Milky Way Galaxies dissolved by thunder and wine

Upon flowering fields of goldenrod and indigo

In the peaceful grace and stillness of Midwestern midnight

She kneels amongst the silence of early morning mists

Whispering up prayers to clouds that pass like freight trains

Thoughts of tadpoles, minnows, rivers, ditches and streams

Filling up her days like shooting stars and winding paths

And the endless traces and footprints of forgotten saints


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