Gravity XXII

 

gravity XXII

 

tonight he prays for the poles that hold the barn

for ripped tin and raised nails for the ivy-covered

fence line for rain rushing into the green gorge

for rusty cars pushed under a row of brittle pines

for the old limping dog blind in his left eye

for the crazy neighbor who lost his wife last year

for the preacher with the Moses tattoo on his back

for his son who always wanted to be a wrestler

tonight he prays for the poles that hold the barn