BLANKETS

  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.

 

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

 

 

 

 

 

 

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