Two Among Twelve Poem by Justin Aptaker

archer, draw back
bow, aim for the twins!
those that tumble and spin
like clothing within

mid cycle, mid-circle
Mid Afternoon, shower!
shower shadows
of clouds, those shadows of powers

reach now. Just in reach now!
just reach if you can!
for the son of a god
or for Son of Man

we twist, we jumble
mumbled words like a spell!
spiral all upward
trailing stairwells to hells

archer, draw up
picture, for twins, and for Love!
and pray that your raven be
consumed by a dove