Saturday, November 12, 2011

The wealth of contentment

Sunday Advent service on this final day of rest,
like a quarter inch of sunlight into the subway.
     I had a heart like a red brick storefront
     but I made the prices too low and never made a profit.
And the word of God like cracked
recordings for connecting lines.
     I had a heart like a white mansion,
     but I could only rent it a day and had to give it back.
And the word of God like fresh graffiti,
then the vapor of bright surface.
     I had a heart like a downtown loft,
     but the doorman turned me out to the storefronts.