I stand alone midst
roses. This balcony calls
for a Juliet.
OR
He, alone, smells the
roses. Yon balcony begs
for his Juliet.
When you are
in a rose garden
with Abe,
Psyche,
a great spirit warrior,
the Spirit of Life,
a foal and moose,
Paul Revere,
the setting sun,
and America the Beautiful,
you can’t help but weep
with gratitude and joy,
even when a teenaged church class
comes rushing through,
looking for Love
in all the wrong places.
“All Creatures of Our/
God and King”, heard in the art/
garden, lifts my hands.
See the duck within the pool!/
See the students walking home from school!/
See the blonde taking pictures there!/
See the moonlight shimmering in her hair!/
See the man who stands a fool.