From:   crispleaves (Original Message) | Sent: 3/1/2008 7:31 PM |
She prays
beyond the rose-clipped fence,
a clamour of rooks calling
across the brook. Her hand
delves beneath the copper leaves,
digs deep in dark earth, unclothes
a world of feeding things: unwraps
the scent of nature’s fate. She buries
her cross and chain.
She waits. |
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