g emil reutter is a writer of poems and stories. 20 collections of his poetry and fiction have been published, most recently the hybrid collection, On the Other Side of Goodbye. He can be found at: https://gereutter.wordpress.com/about/
Trinity Gone
Ravens roost upon oak tree
within church yard walls
where parishioners of the past
rest under stones faded, tilted
some weary from three centuries
in the yard and yet when church
bell rings to call all to service, there
are no lines at the door, more ravens
in the yard and past parishioners
in the ground then ever attend church.
On foggy mornings
some rise from decrepit graves
lean into the stained glass trying to
look in the place where hardly anyone goes.
Those who rise are famous as the
avenues and streets named after them in
this city, many who once owned other
human beings, buried them in an unmarked
grave, unrespected. never free.
Church bell rings to the silence of the neighborhood
organ plays before a church no one attends.
Neighborhood in Spring
Spring sneaks in when winter is not
looking. Unlike other seasons this one
arrives quietly as daffodils and crocus
sprout from barren winter soil. Magnolia
announces arrival slowly shedding
skin over blooms. Dawn gives way to
early morning, rhythm of rattling rakes
cleaning up winter debris can be heard
as well as mowers and weed whackers up
and down the street.
Morning gives way to afternoon as kids
run the front lawns playing kid games
driveway is full of kids on bikes and pedal
cars whizzing along, neighborhood filled
with laughter as other folks sit on porches
or backyard patios, all enjoy the change.
Sparrows and Cardinals join in singing their
songs as the thump thump of basketball
provides a unique rhythm section.
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