music lesson—
the caged bird
beating inside me
learns how to sing
her own sky into being
I wait
without wings
in the empty chapel . . .
organ music lifts me
by the marrow of my bones
the caged bird
beating inside me
learns how to sing
her own sky into being
~Ribbons 10:3, Fall 2014
without wings
in the empty chapel . . .
organ music lifts me
by the marrow of my bones
~A Hundred Gourds 4:1, Dec. 2014
Thanks for sharing these beautiful poems.
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