Fingers and Bones
Fingers and Bones,
far from their homes,
milling through crowds
in Times Square.
Fingers remembers to
check for his messages
and Bones runs her hands
through her hair.
Over the coats of
the sailors on leave,
Fingers blows bubbles of soap.
Under a cap of
remarkable weave,
Bones spies an off duty Pope.
She whistles to Fingers,
a snake charming sound,
that the Pontiff
is part of the revels.
But the crowd closes up
where her vision was found,
and she's pointing
her fingers at devils.
(from Umbrellas or Else, 2014, Conundrum Press)
