Teresa White


MAPLE STREET IS NOT THE ROAD TO DAMASCUS

Saul or Paul.† I can never keep
the name straight, not even
when I read about the light that broke
from ordinary clouds and blinded him.

Territorial robins chatter in the trees
as I pin up sheets in the lilac air.
Of course itís spring and once again
I want a miracle though surely the tulipís
red-cupped head is cause for prayer.

If Godís voice boomed from the sky
Iím sure Iíd believe, but all I get is the sound
of wheels on Maple Street and I, mute,
with clothespins in my teeth.



Location: Spokane Washington
Email: Whiteheart_1998@yahoo.com
Website: http://members.tripod.com/~whiteheart2/index.html
Publications: Conspire, Eclectica, Eye Dialect, Mandrake Press, Pierian Springs, Rattle, Slow Trains, Snow Monkey, Small Spiral Notebook, Tryst, Stirring, , etc.
Book: In What Furnace?
Awards: Pushcart Prize nominee







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