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Saturday, August 24, 2019

Waiting for Release


In the Dark
He lies
in the gloom and wastes
and waits.
He is tired.
He dreams
of the time before.
The moon clings to clouds.
The dogs sing
to the unburdened air.
In the dream he lifts his son
to the sky
settles him on a red horse,
offers it a sweet.
He wakes --
the vision of his baby
laughing,
tangled in the mane
of a wild thing,
blood
spit
tears.
~Elodie Pritchartt

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