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Befuddled

A POEM

By Ralph Wright, O.S.B. | November 1983

A slow befuddled winter fly

With 747 abandon

Has trundled from my window sill

And God knows what he’ll land on.

Such geriatric flies present

A crisis to compassion:

To smear them or to leave them space

To die in their own fashion.

Parting

Let the air be taken from me;

Let no water touch my tongue.

Though my…

To Angela, Who Is Afraid of Clowns

Clowns are grandfathers

painted with strokes of laughter

who kiss lollipops

but never lick them.

…

Faith

Trellised clouds upwards towards

earth’s moon

Set within a night-dome

of…