Faith, poems by Susie Meserve

Finishing Line Press, 2008


Gently, now, for we begin in earnest.

Gorgeous how things suspend: this peacock feather,

the bar to this cage, the clue that tells us

the cage has been opened. The stump from the gatepost

that once let us in. You can’t help but glimpse

the five minutes hence, the cumulus pilings,

the lean-to of gold. Be ever watchful for the rise

of the phoenix, for the slow descent of his son.

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