Wednesday, March 24, 2010

St. Gabriel the Archangel (patron of communications workers)

I stand at the foot of her bed,

married to a spark.

A child is a bolt of lightning.

This what it means to be

forgiven, to call out dryly

like a desert.

I could disappear, leave

a gift that will bloom in

nine short months.

I haven’t the heart

to wake her.

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