Friday, January 1, 2010

Solemnity of Mary, Mother of God

our lady of the snow

you open your mouth

and a light comes out

like stars, like a moon

burst open, bitten into

like a strawberry

against white skin

which is a myth

in and of itself

you are an apparition

a hallucination on the mountain

a motherly hand

guiding the bullet’s path

a face in the fog

a statue with tears

a way to communicate

beyond airwaves

how did the sky

know you were ready?

tell me how

to let the light in

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