Love is the scandal that flips the tables, that rips
the veils and the curtains, flings open the kitchen window,
and lets the wind roar through the fluttering rags.
Love is the all-pervasive gravity
that guides the waters, causing rivers to flow
downward, always downward, almost like justice
is after all the most natural thing in the world.
A pair of sonnets for St. John the Baptist.
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