Thursday, August 5, 2010

Dedication of the Basilica of St. Mary Major (Rome)

I sing all night and wait

for my voice to come back

to me from those eaves,

like a boomerang, like a lover.

I think even the stone

is ringing. I press my face

to the marble floor.

I am drowning

in the grasses

that grow here.

each blade a psalm,

a prayer I’ve forgotten.

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