1. Blankets


Sheets, layers of shelter

Cradling babies, cuddling in sleep

Nap sack for a journey

Mantle for atoms


Thick, furry, thin, and crust of earth

A horizon woven, a nest of clouds

Or arms that rail to sky


Mat in a wake

Shroud of the dead

Holy linen of Resurrection


Orange, white, yellow, and green

 And reds from a hymen


7 blankets washed

on a Tuesday, hung on sun rays

 Sweet suds of soap, anoint my hands.



  1. The fear of writing is not being able to come back….








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