JOHNMICHAEL SIMON POETRY

Blue, black, yellow whorls – suns and moons surf in heaven’s keep
crouching hills, paintbrush trees, dark waterfall branches skywards leap
and in the valley, houses, pointed rooves, a steeple
ochre lights in windows hint of farmhouse people
their loves and your’s all scraping down in shivery parallel lines
whirling catherine wheel above your rushing finale defines
all blending now into a spinning exultant shout
encompassing you and us in blinding joy as lights of pain fade out