Saints on wallpaper, in carts and minivans, saints on carpets, in intervals, crawlspaces teeming with saints, a tidy sum of them massing on the flagpoles. I once saw a saint sink into a hammock and another sit on a hassock and one fall asleep on an ottoman. I saw a saint smiling at me. Their smiles are so enigmatic, no teeth showing, no spittle, no sputtering, almost nothing. I thought I heard a saint in a surrey clomping through the night-vistas, chewing on something. A saint on a beeline. A saint with a bell on. I saw a saint walk halfway across a room using all ten saintly toes at a time. I couldn't complete that saint's thought. I heard a saint bark. I saw a saint's footprints in a cornfield and followed them. I found a saint on a string, sleeping by the foot of a singing boy. Four saints entertained me with their arias. I saw a small saint chase a large saint for the fun of it. I saw a saint smoke a cigarette and one paint a go-cart. I listened to a saint beat on a soup pot. A picture of a saint walking with a tiger on a city street nearly stopped my heart. I bought a needlepoint bookmark in a saint's shop. A saint wrote my name on a grain of rice and fed it to a titmouse. A saint with good coordination, with patience, a saint with a mission, with a good curveball. A saint called me on the phone so that saintly voice could soothe my ragged brain waves. A saint offered me good advice. I watched a saint open a book and stare off into space. A saint surrounded me and sorted my dreams from my nightmares. I saw a saint unbutton a shirt. I felt a saint's breath flow into my ear. I saw a saint stand on a branch and bounce into thin air. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE EXAMPLE by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES WINTER'S EVENING HYMN TO MY FIRE by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL THE AGED LOVER RENOUNCETH LOVE by THOMAS VAUX DEBORAH: THE SONG OF DEBORAH by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE THE END OF THE SUNSET TRAIL by ALMA C. BINGHAM THE BOY AND THE FLUTE by BJORNSTJERNE MARTINIUS BJORNSON |