we knew it was going to be a long winter
snow swallowed a mud sucked boot
and yeah we knew that we’d get through but still
lose something somehow like a bad bet won
on a dumb dare wiser but wondering
why survive what you don’t have to? what’s it prove?
and what now? what would jesus do? hell he’d
go to the desert las vegas los
alamos some place bets are happily lost
to the flat pan the mesa the hugeness the
bone-bleached and blueness a place to bake
back into something fresh flaky and true
a body of christ
why not?
amen again
2002