for GGM

who will bring me butterflies now
in this time of spring peepers and crocuses
before anything opens?

I will watch for you and maybe
see something very much like an angel
but drunk and dirty

whose prayer shakes a fist at god
cursing sky in language earlier than babel

stooping to pick fiddleheads
in these woods, thick-fingered
before staggering towards
some possible heaven

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About Susan L Daniels

I am a firm believer that politics are personal, that faith is expressed through action, and that life is something that must be loved and lived authentically--or why bother with any of it?
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22 Responses to for GGM

  1. oh such good poetry!

  2. Starralee says:

    I agree with Belinda, “Such good poetry!”

  3. “excursus” nice!

  4. Trent Lewin says:

    Drunk and dirty angels… quite an image, SD. I wonder if I qualify… not likely.

    I much appreciated the poem, and much appreciated the love for Mr. GGM. He will be so missed.

  5. Wow, I loved that line
    “cursing sky in language earlier than babel”

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