Dismas*

 

When I gaze upon his face

how hope flares out

across his eyes

like kestrel wings

launching chasms at the sky,

that forgotten seam of sweetness

lost in Galilee

flashes through my throat

and grace begins to tumble

on the heat between us,

caught inside the web of yes

spun from Virgin breath

still whirling toward the hidden sun.

 

Jerome L. McElroy

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*Accepted in Silver Wings (Spring 2002).