by Carter Norman
a season’s silo
filling up
to feed the calves
of spring
scales of starlight
slanting with the wind
skies
white as winter fields
camouflaging clouds
sky immigrants
falling
like windblown waifs
thick as gnats
congregating
on a lawn chair’s
lonely lap
the purest paratroopers
dressing pine boughs
in virginal veils
prayers don’t rise
they fall like snow
pure white hope
safe from the heat of hell
draping heaven’s floor
under the feet of God
saved and returned
in his unknowable season
like restoring rain
to those who thirst
for truth
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