Saint Gerards
I miss Nick trudging into work
with his muddy boots and smile
bringing me flowers. I want a
swim on my way home, No 14 bus.
I look up. And stop
The angle I'm at —
light bounce St Gerard front
Gold blaze. Brick dissolve
Yellow exclamation marks. Cloud
To draw. To marvel. I wade back in
Foreground? If I leave out the glass
and tin apartment blockas
mirror writing a
green shape flies upward. Zinga
Two Patricia France gentle people
Music. John and Kay put theirs in
Colossal choir. An organ blaze
Updating William How, mine is —
You are our rock our fortress and
our might
You in the damnedst our true light