Monday, November 16, 2015

Deuteronomy 23: In Writing

At the margins
at the outskirts
edge of your father’s skirt
where you cannot enter
barred by intangible bands
of light that give 
to the touch

Wait the falling sun's
slow tumble
the coming dark
that covers the crawling
creeping over earth's face;
that covers what comes from you.

Don’s ask, don’t seek
after what seeps
welling up your mouth
geyser of giving.
swallow it till swells
grows heavy within

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