Friday, May 3, 2019

13 toward the Omer

yesod shebgevurah

Just like that, more than half the magnolia petals are on the ground
and my love hands me something lovely when I have forgotten to expect,
or remember, or recognize, or how to internalize, love, and outside the bakery
I stand, Hungry Ghost challah in hand, watch small suspended mirrors reflect sky

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