Thursday, May 13, 2010

Our Lady of Fatima

as I child, I strained my eyes

to blur the world and saw nothing

out of the ordinary.

this might have been the first time

my heart was broken.

the sun trembled.

I stared into the glow

and saw stars in school.

I caught a glimpse of

a nun pouring milk over

a boy’s head in the hallway.

I blurred my eyes

and saw nothing but snow,

a fluttering of doves,

a smooth ghost sailing

down the nape of his neck.

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