ST. FRANCIS
Shani Cadwallender
Spring’s eternal fox-piss park
in ivy’s chokehold blossoms
spectacular blotting asphalt white
like dog-chewed bread-husks indigestible
mulching notice do not feed the pigeons it encourages vermin squirrel
eyes dough hungrily and I
under standing scale-sky try
to weigh what’s owed
how to repay
with interest
with investment
bubble- joy of you unfurled
the hope of happening
upon you
windblown