night fades and light rolls over crimson cloudy peaks
Nick, no spring-chicken himself, cradles his ancient neighbor
down the stairs which she can no longer negotiate.
Trooper Tom sends a dozen variegated roses to almost-forgotten
for no good reason but a good thought reason.
Squeals of eager
laughter on the big yellow buses, ferrying the hopes of
as Da-Glowed cross-walk volunteers
wave and guard them into the future.
Spiders are re-spinning
just-born babies are crying their arrival,
and tiny pigeons splash in their baths
on a gentle waterfall.
bread and fresh beginnings,
paroled at last, (with a brown paper bag
of all her earthly possessions), while a dewy new-hire
data-entry specialist sits at his keyboard, hoping to
do better than yesterday.
subways, crowded cross-walks,
an early-morning supplicant whispering
on bended knee in a silent hospital chapel.
He gives all
of us one more dewy-dawn-birdsong-chance to really
make the world
a better place than we made it yesterday.
do it. All together now!
Push us to it, God, push us to it!
God nods approval.
2011 Donn B. Murphy
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