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Saturday, August 02, 2014
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She walks in the shadow of God,
Red Earth crunching beneath her shoes
Unsteady, tromping, coaxing
Soft exhales of baking sand from the hills
Worn at the corners, creasing up from the valley floor
Like a smile shooting straight from the heart.
Around each bend rests
A quiet thought; where pain melts into
Memory, and love into song.
Against the crease of these hills,
Rough Earth on her tongue, grating calm
Against her limbs, every ache numbed
By a heaving breath,
A heavy numbness settles
Against the valley hearth.
Something shattered becomes something
Scattered, in soft winds mulled
Like warm wine.
Sweetened on the veins, the channels
Criss crossing the skin down her spine,
The creases behind her palms
Pressed in prayer, align.
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