I whisper a blessing into my cupped hands
take frayed and afraid things for wings
be, begin, go
take frayed and afraid things for wings
be, begin, go
no one judges me for these strange noises
desperate like hopeful prayers, like fish
the river receives
my phone is far away and anyway, all
I have to tell you, you already know
it's just as well
I've made a keepsake of this week forever
I've saved myself from words that spring
are we there yet?
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Pic: The Red Cedar on a glorious, brilliant-blue-sky day. Walk with Big A.
5 comments:
Oooh, lovely, Maya.
Nice.
What a striking image of the bending tree and straight bridge.
Thank you, Nicole and Gillian!
Steph--that was my favorite part too :)!
That blue sky!! Send us some blue sky, okay?
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