Kevin Patrick Hodgkiss writes

Another Summer Slips Away

       For Dad    9/09

 

Drain the pool

Children on the corner dressed for school

Lots of yellow buses burning fossil fuel

And another summer slips away

One flower bends

As the morning frost descends

A great baseball season ends

As another summer slips away

Autumn pulls us closer

Into another winter season

Preparing for a freezin’

That’s bound to slow us down

All the while

One more mile

But a smaller pile

Raise your glass for another round

We all march in line

Some fall behind

We lost a few this time

You took mine

Days shorter

As the night takes over

We are held by divine order

And watch another summer slip away

End Of Summer --Amy Giacomelli

Kevin Patrick Hodgkiss writes

Church Lot

I came for prayer

I left my money there

My soul to bear

I swear

They sang so high

To something higher

In this house not one denier

One sale, everyone a buyer

But in a car across the street

Between the steering and the seat

In a dirty, rumbled heap

She awakens from her sleep

Many scratch-offs line the dash

None for treasure, all for trash

Through the window crack I slip some cash

And I leave fast

She drove away behind a cloud so gray

She saw the people who came to pray

She didn’t want to be in their way

She drove away.

To a crucified Jesus they knelt with pride

And put all their daily troubles aside

In a room holy and beautified

Safe from whatever sleeps outside.