Friday, August 6, 2010

What do you carry in your pocket?

...I carry the woman with the lost child
in my pocket, where she murmurs
her love song without end:
Just this, each day:
Bear yourself up on small wings
to receive what is given.
Feed one another
with such tenderness,
it could almost be an answer.

Closing stanza of "Morning Song" by Marcia F. Brown

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