Wistful Fools

Ron Koppelberger

Wistful Fools

The slightest hint in shadows and lattice work crosses

Of ebony, the first sun shower in dawn’s earliest fire,

Cadent and spearing the darkness with the wonder

Of return, for a broad road and a tender love, kisses in secret

And under the azure seas of confluence

And tide, on behalf of lovers and wistful fools

In toothy glee.