The Way I Was Taught

Ought to get back –

The way I was taught –

On the horse that’s

Not a horse;

Get something to

Put by in the bank

That’s not a bank.

To remind myself

That the road that’s paved

With gold is walked by

Saints and sinners

As well as those

That have never noticed.

Transitory

Inside the comfortable new warmth

Of the dragon-conqueror church

A red admiral dances it soul-tattoo dance

Against the Easter feet

Of stained glass saints:

Moto GP, Estoril

Snapsmile, snarling pack

Of keening, raw-red-energy

Dragonets flying on

Challenge-tense banner-wings;

Leaning against friend-warm

Edges of rainbow drops,

Tight-bank competition-life rings.

 

In some calmer future

Kings and saints

May stand for something:

But not this fine,

Brimstone-balance day.

 

6/5/2012