The verticality of the pines
teases my spine
into placating alignment.
The undermyskin cellular processes
refuse to follow my halting breath
into momentary silence
emulate the quiet
that is so inborn
in 130,000 drowned prayers.
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Posted on 01/05/2005Copyright © 2021 Tom Goss
This really touched me. Thanks for posting it.