hosanna hey sanna
a lone dove circles
high above ancient metropolis
well-trained in surveillance
and deception
like a modern day drone
miles away at desert’s edge
a lone donkey materializes
out of thin air
soon to be surrounded
by a dozen escorts
crawling towards the city
cloaks and branches
line inner city streets
crowds abuzz and growing
all eyes witnessing
21st century possibilities
december two thousand nineteen
copyright j matthew waters
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