Words in stone I can
still hear, just, or see
their shadows holding in
breath so as not be blown
away here where sermons
in stone are rare now but
sometimes their spirits
fly about doing their best to
turn the world around, shake
and right it to come again
fresh for you, young
at the hem of time’s
long shadow, the sky
forever full of signs and
surprises like frost at night,
or the sun in the morning.
Published in the June 2021 issue: View Contents
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