07
Feb
17

Stone 5


You open like a slanted door hinged with age

Hung tall and pulled deep

Anchored in earth 

ready, prepared, sweetly waiting

Even a Sage cannot hide behind a thin tree.

I chose to eat the snow to reveal the ground

My mouth 

stolen from its birth 

and my knuckles 

fractured from emptying the earth.

You may strip me of me

You may erase layers of history

You may reduce me to a skeletal tent for all to see

And yet

Once more

I will enter your Lent.

Once more.

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