while every moment permits the prayers
riding you like the wind rides roses
two worlds this and the other
uncomfortable reminders
old thorns in the side
a sore provocation
a roving thought
parent or a child
sitting on a footpath
bawling because they lost
the one you kept for yourself
treading barefoot on fallen acorns
in dreams they are only megaphones
shouting public things that are not prayers
Like the concrete reinforcement of difficulty.
ReplyDeleteThanks for listening, Bronwyn.
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