April 30 – a Tuesday

Elmer hunts and hunts.
Mornings are made for laughter —
Bug’s a happy hare.

April 29 – a Monday

fountain cascades her
pearls, fraught hen calls her drake —
wrens feed on the fly

sing the morning’s rise
lift limbs and leaves to dawn’s gleam
greet the day with song

Globe will play the play.
Bill is christened in Avon.
Sonnets sound and sound.

Ford’s Theater bled.
Miss Bedell’s word grew a beard.
John Wilkes Booth bleeds out.

One-hundred and four
silk poppies to remember
dry bones on hard stone.

Cattle at their edge
Pavement’s slick with the night’s rain —
Lone balloon drifts by

Cappadocian boy,
Slayer of the dragon’s slayed. —
Ascalon’s still warm.

cows swim in green lakes
trees are dancing in the wind —
blood graces the lamb

birds call to the morn
stiff limbs stretching with the dawn —
’tis a bright new day

Redcoats blast the bay.
Breakers break ‘gainst ancient stone —
Boston Harbor quakes.

glass piano breaks
purple lion claws the floor —
boardwalk’s stately game

Ancient Dylan sings
scarlet flowers paint the scene —
the King washes feet

From the house-top is
heard the least of the small ones —
there’s no rest for them.

Victor pens his book.
Yesterday Our Lady burned. —
Quasimodo weeps.