Poem of the Week

Much to my surprise, I wrote three poems I liked this week. I'd post the one about the fever, but I've already talked about that this week, and this sparsely updated journal doesn't need repetition (except, of course, of the deliberate, poetic variety. That said, I'll post the most repetitive of the three.

Enjoy.

Why the Missionary Ran the Red Light
January 12, 2008

Perhaps
the wind at his back

Perhaps
the streets too slick to stop

Perhaps
his bike brakes broke

Or perhaps his partner,
safely on the other side,
urged him on

Certainly
he sailed through, a weightless glide

Certainly
his black tie flew, a flag of victory

Certainly
his eyes burned bright with joy

Certainly,
with trespass sweet as this,
who needs sin?