rain-filled ruts reflect
an apple red summer sky
that highlights brown hills
in the wind my skin
revels amidst bitter-sweet
echoes of that day
wind, you will have a
terrible time smothering
my soft clarity
a good poem somehow
makes what’s true a little more
disturbing/profound
Poem within this poem
Grace inhabits this body…
image finds its Source
I love you, but it’s
not the finish, not the end
but the beginning
You say “I love you”
a sound so tender that the
dead could even hear!
Stop it!! So beautiful, Charissa.
P.S. I haven’t fallen of Earth’s edges. Just trying to get my MIL to Brazil safely and then I’ll get on my response to your recent email.
P.P.S. Just so you know…I GET it!!
Gawd Sis, you make my day! Thank you!!!
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