Sunlit

When you read a poem

you may not

always understand,

but it understands you.

It is up ahead and

down around. It is

windows that

open and doors

that close. It is

solid ground and a

rug pulled. It is the

engenderer and

it is the killer. it is a

word, when spoken,

bats fly from your

belfry then fall

into the earth to return as

flowers. There is an

open space there, sunlit,

where you may not know,

yet you can be, and remain,

altered, and loved

to your core.

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