Four years old
and they found her like that
a crumpled heap of grief in the shade
a crown of poverty bruised her head
hunger leaned into her cheeks
and the scrappings of her dress
held together thin bones
locked in fear
Someone forgot the child tonight
and didn’t come home
didn’t see how she fed herself
on the absence
of mother and father
how her posture curled […]
Filed under: Barbara Mitchell by akublik Date 31 January, 2008
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when I marvel at your feet, soft and velvet-heeled
how the narrowness of them settled into thin places of the world
only to come this great distance
through universe and cloud
prayer and benediction
to find themselves planted in the afternoon
of this ripe season of my life
will you know I mean you
when I lean into the tall stance of […]
Filed under: Barbara Mitchell by akublik Date 28 January, 2008
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