Tag: simplicity

~how to grace

I have lived surrendered in hopetied loose like the truthin my mouth is loose or a startled face is composedloosely as a cloud siftsthe light of the day/ it was Mary’s sorrow uponthe backs of ladybugs; thatis a story people told to explain the marof black. to become echoes painting poppies on darkspace of nowhere andnobody, just the brightest poppy…

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