Advent Poem by Donald Revell

The wind that shows a city
fills an iris, also
a heart suspended without wires
in the sparse lighting.

On a winter morning,
homelessness rides an impossible
animal into impossible vineyards.
The next wind shows a city

suspended in each vine, also
hanging the man.
If the hour had moved
without wires of the sparse


lighting above the wind,
none was hanged. Snow
fed the animals. Their eyes
we named for flowers also.