Will not Yield

Dirty vagrant clouds linger

overhead,

below

gray weed pushes

between

tiny blue toes.

Will not yield.

 

Red sun sets

Behind,

and dark vamping

in.

Snuffed the hills

and the deer

will not yield.

 

Left

like a parcel

at home,

vibrant against

still pillars

reaching.

Will not yield.

 

Pride, pink

vapors

in the air,

and twenty

hot

summers

will not yield.

 

Mornings met in secret

somewhere far

from home.

locked doors

at noon,

and vibrating walls

will not yield.

 

Lessons given

in churches,

in private,

in the back seat,

in the viewpoint,

of someone right

will not yield.

 

Vindicated

victories

vent

venerated

versions

vicariously.

Will not yield.

 

Equivocate life,

call it good.

lend a light

to a stranger.

Pray for anything

 

 

Will not yield.