7:20 Pm, Travis Lovitt Patio At the Right Pillar

The heavens can’t admire themselves The spotted clouds, and the opaque wavered clouds Like a light glide of a brush. Our Lord gifted us with round eyes That reflect the heavens And a mind to ponder all his leavened world Those chutes of bark and bugs Aren’t impressed by themselves; Their flat or spiky leaves or truck wide trunk That I need tools to fell. The Almighty handed us fingers To clench and sift and grip And the air the flowers leaven This concrete is flat and hard I’m used to sitting here and becoming Numb, in my rear, While I spend my time like hard earned cash To bask in what’s given free