Here's an old one from a few years back. rarely write these days. hope someone enjoys it. Cheers, Ashe
St James’ Park, London
The queen can keep Buck House
and who wants to hang out at Westminister
with politicians and all that piety
just across the road. The great planes here
are as good as royal and the cherry blossom
blesses everyone, indiscriminate
as God. But better find a church
if your leaning toward prayer or praise.
None would acknowledge this as holy ground
though the pond shimmers with perfect peace,
though choirs of flowers shout
their heady hallelujah scent into the city,
though every bud on the ******
is deep in prayer.