Monday, November 26, 2018

from The Wishin' Jupiter Poems: Someone Who Loved 

Someone who loved
a woman shaped these
soft hills. Someone who

touched with tenderness.
Even the broken
parts are lovely,

even for the dead
who rest here now.
You might say the world

ends where it began,
with woman waiting
to be born to this.

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