Darwin and the Pope

Posted: September 9, 2013 in literature, poetry
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Darwin and the Pope

Love’s

parting comforts

hang on for weeks

in familiar blossoms,

hung upside down,

grown black

w/age,

grips the wall,

keeps it from

falling against our

pain and anger,

eager to blame

someone, something.

 

Outside,

Darwin frolics

with the Pope

in idyllic serenity

though certain uncertainties

remain.

 

And nursing

a tender ego,

I grope

the streets for

chunky

leaps of faith

poured fresh

amid origins of

despair,

content to wait,

patient to see

where your love

falls…next.

by

Rod C. Stryker

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