How does one
write a poem about an
airport? (I build airports.
Did you know?)
In the year 2000,
Houston Hobby needed more
gates. So, the
City hired a contractor (us) and
we built a new concourse after we
pumped out all the water
Tropical Storm Allison
dumped on our job site.
It looks like a stealth
bomber. The concourse,
not the tropical storm.
Anyway, this is not a poem.
© Hilary Clark ~ 3.14.17
See the quilt here.
Symbols used for military
honor are re-imagined for
motorcycle enthusiasts.
Turn around. The
Iron Cross is everywhere.
But is it all-inclusive?
History says no.
God says yes.
Compare.
Contrast.
Everyone is welcome
under God.
God always say
Yes.
© Hilary Clark ~ 1.27.17
See the quilt here.
The Coptic crosses hang,
mounted on green
velvet, within a golden
frame. A gift from
Ethiopia, presented
fifty years ago.
The brass has
tarnished.
The meaning has not.
God loves our imperfection.
© Hilary Clark ~ 12.13.16
See the quilt here.
Hilary Clark ~ Pining for Poetry 