We'll burn all of our poems
Add to God's debris
We'll pray to all of our saints
Icons of mystery
We'll tramp through the mire
When our souls feel dead
With laughter we'll inspire
Then back to life again
-- Patti Smith, from “April Fool”
On this and every Tuesday in the Imaginary Garden, the rules are simple: Share a poem with us, and visit others during the week. Everyone is welcome!