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April 2019 Vol. 15 No. 1

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Jessica Malone Latham

Softening of the Bones

Bones that have carried me into this world,
bones dancing upon wildflowers,
bones that spread like kites
to bring forth life, and those
that close with a deliberate
and delicate touch,

You are what hold me up.
Hold me, now, in my surrender,
now that my dance has become a sway,
and lean me against a grandmother oak
knowing that I'm returning home.

gray skies
what the heron
passes through


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