Counterbalance - Poem by Francis Santaquilani
In the shadows,
Against the alley side wall
Of a coffeeshop,
A pack of pale, teen poets lean hard.
Black tank-topped and tattooed.
Wearing shades, nose rings
And smoke rings.
Clutching black bound journals.
In the sun
And down the street,
Believers burst from a church
Spilling over the walk and burned out lawn.
Colorful as macaws.
Buzzing with fever. Still
Singing and praising.
Waving white Bibles.
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