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Thursday, April 16, 2009
OPEN PALMS, A PRAYER
Such a tired god who labors between our pauses. The ground is wet and green; tufts of color arise from the rain’s sacrifice. When I run my hands through it, it comes up empty. The shape holds for a moment, but it is water, after all-- a sliver, a rivulet to bind us here.
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