Prose & Con(verse)

after the rain

do you see the bow?

or do you track mud,

wherever you go. . .

–in steps you don’t measure

–in boots made for walking

in lines,

but not loops,

that don’t lead to treasure?

& after the trials

are eyes open wider?

or do you walk gauntlet,

always the fighter. . .

–instincts you don’t curb

–in acts that prolong

in loops,

and in lines,

the thing that disturbs?

& after the strut

do you wait in wings?

of stage that is silent,

or hear angels sing. . .

–in tones that are gleaming

–where sound & light merge

in loops,

but not lines,

of lyrics redeeming?

since after the reign

& after all glory

a new page begins,

–and so does your story…