all the crushing tides,
rivulets, flashing bolts of
life, light, fire and ice
carve these etchings’ speak
and harden, encase tender
flow while seeds erupt
magic, making me
in spite of, because of all
these shredding life songs

j. ruth kelly, 2015, all rights reserved

j. ruth kelly, 2015, all rights reserved

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