Washed
in morning light
Sparrows
in flight spread their wings
Their
flock fluttering
The
wind bites my cheek
It’s
cold-bright lash whipping me
I
walk in the sun
The
furies watch me
Crawl
into the broken shell
Hollow,
as the heart
There
is no shelter
From
their chiding barbs
The
Erinyes
My
misconceptions
Empty
as the barren womb
As
the empty tomb
Promises
of life
Bathed
in spring rain, streaming cold
By
the garden, greening
Murmurs
of laughter
Bubble,
burst in the light
Nonsensical,
trite
The
creative will
Burning
for the deity
In
the morning sun
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