the epiphany is not a place
to sleep and praise to be
praise must need an ear.
once the wanton dared to
reach for shelter and light
and was told no one wants
a coy oracle. it’s raining. I
bet there’s a scarecrow some
-where. arms out. no one in.
and the cold won’t stop running
down its never-bending spine.
Fave phrase: coy oracle.