OFFERINGS

She is an

open field

 

a spirit cloud

of linen

 

a breath

between waiting

 

the shades

of trial and error

 

a host of

tumbling thoughts

 

her prayers

offered

without answers

 

hidden in

rhymes and verse

 

she falls

into waiting

arms

like a fear

captured

 

 


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