Sonnet #24

Sonnet #24

I like to walk on grass and boulevards
Avoid the sidewalk, play outside the lines
I like to look in people’s downturned eyes
to hunt remains of gentleness turned hard

I find my hope in primordial shards
Remains of ancient liturgies of life
with not a drop but just the stains of wine
The Grail is scattered, crucifix is charred

But in your shy return and breaking smile
where flowers in the sidewalk cracks have grown
Avalon will rise with rose and crown
The trees of knowledge and of life will wind
together and create our endless hope
Here truth and mercy, love and power elope

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