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Moment of Grace

Sometimes a person’s name
becomes so heavy around her neck
that the gravity of it pulls her down,
down into the snow drift, so far down,
syllables wrapped around buried stones,
that she cleaves it from her, expecting
blood, but there is only a sweet
emptiness where the name once was.
Such levity, she nearly floats above
the white bank. But you know what
happens to an empty space. Don’t
tell her. She is talking with the birds now,
and the sky. And the space
behind the sky.

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on the wall
those shadows so much larger
than our problems

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in the frost
on the window she writes
her name

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recalling all those
prayers
I never learned

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like a worm in kale,
something nibbling
all night on her dreams

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air, snow, shadow, wind
she loses any names
she has been given

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