There is Beauty in the Bones
What stories lie
Beneath your layers?
I cup my hands
Gently
Softly
Waiting like you are a wild thing
Primed to run.
History finds its own way
Pouring through cracks
Into my waiting,
The breath of bones
Igniting
A thousand questions.
(June 2024)
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