Praise him. ~ Monday, June 1, 2026

Glory be to God for dappled things

Pied Beauty ~ Gerard Manley Hopkins

Glory be to innocence, lost and found
lost over the years, a little brown bear
only nobody cares, once childhood past
remember memories persist, unbound
yet, they will do their best to show they care

brilliant, I eat my feet and go running
except, neither far can I run, nor fast

toenails, black and blue, a fashion statement
only if I could return to hunting

Goe, and catche a falling starre, Get with child
only if I could return to childhood
decisively, never again, too mild

forget all the books I have read, dead wood
only if I could return to pigment
remember my legs run around the track

distance is the one goal, the old people
ask why I run so far, a big runner
perhaps, I'm only five-foot one, low stack
perhaps, I got a pain in my neck, pop
led to believe St. Ignatius steeple
emits a tone only mites hear, dumber
diatribes have been written for the news

think about when my first novel will drop
how strange to write in prose, sentenced to death
ink-stained fingertips and alcohol breath
nothing but to rewrite The Odyssey
given the decision against Plessy
suck it up, America sings the blues

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