Robert Verdon, #113, Palm Sunday

fingertips touch

lilacs of violet & white

pass over the hand-carved church

drifting on a chapel sky

a little child might grasp

from the push-chair still on sunday-best gravel

clouds held up by the flying few

their sandstone sun an orb of sovereignty

outshining the real one, as

zodiac

bones pave their way

back into the stone age.