Elizabeth Poreba April 9, 2012 - 10:14am
What can anyone not on a cross say to someone on it?
The shipwrecked spellin bits of sail, clothing,ripped sheets, shells,
in whatever is around,
illegible on the ground.
This poem was written in response to the daily readings from Meeting Christ in Prayer.
Elizabeth Poreba teaches high school in Manhattan. She has published a chapbook, available from Finishing Line Press.
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