Means of Grace
Ecumenical Travels
The days
If I bring new fruit
with arms full,
would past secede to dawning?
If I hide my form
in capricious tulle,
would you accept the conning?
If I bow my head
like strangers meet,
am I an untried Miss?
This trifle I’ll do,
but each day complete
we’ll encounter when we kiss.
Photo at Trevi Fountain, Rome, Italy
