Tuesday, June 23, 2020

Matt Borczon writes

A working definition of grace

Black
crows
were
scratching
the
face
of
the
moon
that
first
night
it
removed
it's
mask
as
the
ocean
tickles
blue
whales
making
them
sing
through
tiny
throats
a
song
so
soft
it
sounds
like
waves.

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