Photo Art by Michael Dooley
And I am hungry
Gazing up at the spinning saucer sky,
charcoal clouds bring forth the storm.
Buckets of raindrops pour down
like wet bullets, permeating plants,
and flow into the ravenous river.
And I, too, am hungry.The wind washes loose leaves away
like the sleeves of my dress
after a long service, sitting still,
waiting to wipe my face
of the sour sugar given
from gaping mouths,
bodies that they park in pews
ready for repentance.
And I, too, am hungry.
