Wednesday, December 20, 2017

God of the fifth day

By Jen Hunt
from the archives

I praise the God of the fifth day
Whose birds
Fly like scattered thoughts
Falling stars of dawn
Their winged forms teasing
Tickling the sky
Illiterate skywriters
Encircling an invisible maypole
Weaving potholders in air
Scattered thoughts
An anarchist’s air show
Pennies in a coin drop