On
Patron Saints
Saint Michael, Patron Saint of Artists.
Beryl your color as the prophet Daniel said.
Should of had you
in the window over my shoulder
instead of the basement.
All along.
Call up a wind.
Bring in a wind that will blow the frankincense
out of my red curtained
attic
window.
Pianissimo now. Almost whisper.
Saint Michael. Saint Michael. Saint Michael.
JL Jacobs is an Oklahoma poet, the author of a handful of books including The Leaves in Her Shoes and Streets as Elsewhere.
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