Minty full of Grace

March 27, 2018

as far as I’m concerned

my messiah returned

in the belly of march

her blood rising thick

and heavy alongside

the eastern shore

laid beneath 1,822 years

worth of constellations

guiding her with a

light that hummed

I knew you wouldn’t

be gone long.

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