Church, Steeple, People
Mourning tools
clasped, and woven
directing
nailed fine pointers
marking place
tapping tunes now
knitting lives and braiding hair
Birthing tools
glorious signs
passing words
keeping all time
patting cheeks
rubbing wet eyes
fingers steeple and crown me
Contest: The Crown of My Body -- A Whitney
Date: 6/18/12
Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2012
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