Mother Eugene

TWO POEMS

MOTHER EUGENE

Parched sweaty heat. The pale cream Metro

Hurries us out to the skyey wind-washed blue

Liquid, aloft, over the tall grey walls.

Boughs of the trees trickle with tinkling birds.

Silent secluded avenues

Where, 'mid the singing leaves,

Dainty shuttered villas hide

Their saintly sylvan eaves.

Bright sunlight glitters through the dew:

Treading the quiet ways

Aerial dove-like Sisters smooth

Prim feathers all their days.

Beaming benignly from a cloud,

The stout nymph Honesty

Bends with dark and glistening eyes

Her sturdy gaze on me.

Laughter and prayer enchant the air.

Gay joy scurries and dances everywhere.