Prayer for May Day

I saw a bunch of potted flowers
bursting by a bank

        -- poppies, daisies, carnations,
                reds, blues, whites, golds, violets --

        how constricted there they seemed,
                audacious their delight...

I saw a bunch of people gathered
there at Union Park

        commies, anarchists, punks, queers,
                black, brown, white, young, old

        beautiful with joy and rage,
                but still, it seemed, too few...

Lord, let there be more like these
        -- flowers, people, gathered --

        Let them sprawl
                through downtown
                        rampantly,

                            trampling
                                    over banks!