Make it
like a prayer
that first step
onto fresh snow.
In this small, quiet moment
you have not yet
invented yourself.
~~~
like a prayer
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Ellen Symons
writes fiction, poetry, & essays
Make it
like a prayer
that first step
onto fresh snow.
In this small, quiet moment
you have not yet
invented yourself.
~~~
I have cut my heart
into petals, strewn them
at your feet.
Walk to me.
~~~
