Universalis Prayer
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I have been out in the late afternoon
with stalks of light
and silk-scorched corn.
They took me into their
huddled multitudes
staggered through fields.
They offered their parched
pouches of arranged
gold.
They spoke poetry
with their dry, raspy voices
into the dampening air.
Their kindness was tall
and all around
and I left wait where I had to be.
So I remained,
listening, as they said more of beauty
in their diminishing,
standing in pools
of violet-blue,
evening light.
Magical, making the corn seem alive...love it!
ReplyDeleteI am really enjoying your stanzas and lines breaks. I love the narrative bent of this piece. Thank you for sharing!
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