Friday, July 16, 2010

Our Lady of Mt. Caramel


how does it feel to be

the daughter who ran


furthest away

from the river?


from those velvet hills

from those closets

with too many quilts?


I watched you

from the window

like a devotion.


you are

the very thought

of guilt.




1 comment:

  1. The Moon
    shines
    on a cat

    Meow

    My Poems

    Yours,

    - Peter Ingestad, Sweden

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