NOTE: I accidentally switched St. John Bosco's feast day with the Conversion of St. Paul, which I will write up and publish on the 31st. Just pretend I didn't do that. Ok? Ok.
1
you are a loose cannon
they say, a wheeler-dealer
who reaches into unsuspecting
pockets of grandmothers
in floral headscarves
covered in those same roses
you say you dream about nightly
the thorns that cut your feet
as you follow Mother Mary
that crowd your path
through the arbor
2
let me tell you about a dream
that has absorbed my mind
you whisper, and like the
pied piper, you lead
crowds of boys into church
who are curious about
your juggling, your backflips
and all those doves
fluttering out
of your pockets
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