Tuesday, December 20, 2005

When You Ask if I Love You

When You Ask if I Love You

Must we re-examine our faith on this street corner
while the Salvation Army band is playing
‘O Come All Ye Faithful’ as coins drop into the red kettle
with gluttonous chinks and rattles?
A neon Jesus beams down from the top of the building
where the Miller girl usually rides the moon
sidesaddle like a debutante afloat on her escort’s arm,
and we’re standing here in falling snow
growing white with the duff of your needy words.
I fold a dollar bill and push it through the slit
in the kettle’s cover. It makes no sound.


Patry Francis said...

Beautiful, Sharon.

Sharon Hurlbut said...

Thanks Patry! I always appreciate it when you stop by.

Becca said...

this poem and your published poems are marvelous ... wonderful poetry!

Ginger said...

Oh, the weather outside is frightful (from the looks of your Weather Pixie). May your heart be warm and full of joy this Christmas day.


Sharon Hurlbut said...

Thank you Becca! I love meeting new people and I'm so glad you stopped by and left a comment.

Sharon Hurlbut said...

The weather is frightfully un-Christmaslike, Ginger, but I can't complain. We had a rare snowfall last weekend. Wishing you peace and love today and always!

Buter said...

Beautiful poem.

Sharon Hurlbut said...

Thanks Daphne!