God is a washerwoman.    Petja Heinrich

The walkway of our Broadway house
            was  S-shaped and on Saturday
I had to trim the grass along its border

determined to show I could handle
        the snippers i used both hands 
and pretended to be a barber

someone said are you pat lally’s son 

The way i saw the woman’s image
                    stopped at the sidewalk
red hat red dress red shoes

and some secret i could not know
                                changed the sun
from that day on