The Mission of San Juan For so long, the swallows remain loyal and compelled to the one mission til their last breath, Capistrano Capistrano! What a sight, but oh what a heartache to stay until death. So in this run, this race, for the prized white swan, the time we make and that adoration brings, when then we will put the dark sunglasses on, after the laughter of spiky points and stings. or will the berried bush speak its truth and sing it’s song, the frolicking lyrics “Come to Thee.” The swallow sighs and weeps “Will thee search for me?” Copyright 2022 by Dolores Hoffman
Bio:
Dolores Hoffman is a writer for Northeast Metro Woman Magazine. Her poems have been published in “Poet’s Choice” and “Pen in Hand” Journal. Dolores was a 2019 Selected Poet for Eastern Shore Voices.
30 for 30 is sponsored by Potomac Review
lyrical mystery of the swallow