Monday, June 20, 2022

Day breaks under the deep amber prairie sunset
as a darkening haze hangs over the hill-less horizon.

My heart, like tree-limbs heavy with memory,
reaches skyward for light, for any opening.

And the faint cry of a new branch aching into existence
echoes from afar in the palm of my hand.

 

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a ritual to start the work week

Christopher Shepard