Sandra Simonds – from wind for prayer

Sandra Simonds

from wind for prayer


                        remember that wine poured from the mouth
of a stone
that our voices were abandoned
 at a bus stop
                                     in the hottest part of the city with one
coin between our lips              (goldfish-colored)  to share     or to give
                         and remember that summer came through the double
doors   of our desires
                                                 and left us also
like the bodies we were, rough outlines
 responsive only
                                                             to moist skin
suggestive of an odd cycle of hope
and discouragement                a prayer for winter
                                              and the wind
operatic, if necessary
             a prayer for three boys to save us        from,

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