|Jan/Feb 2003 • Poetry|
Saint Engelbert, gilded, recumbent
on a casket, contemplating through
a glass opening overhead, twin spires
rising in perfect symmetry to collect
summer clouds: a sight more brilliant
than his jewelled surroundings.
And through the frost on the glass,
Breaks through the song
of the girl in the square,
her young notes shifting sky, sun
and clouds in wispy strands of light.