A Place of One’s Own

/ marydpierce
falling

 

There are so many things to love about this place; so many reasons not to move —
the feel of grass against the back of my legs, the
damp smell of earth, the leaves overhead
silvered wings of butterflies.
My eyes are slivers peering
at the world through a curtain of flowering stalks
whose buds are beginning to bloom.

I am a child again; here is my holy.

mea culpa, mea culpa, mea maxima culpa

 

 

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