Last Rites
I am here to unsteady your desolate doorstep To shrine shabby fatigue under winter’s white wool I seek no permission to bleak burden your passage To blanket pour my diluted corporeal leftovers I am the lotus-eater grown indolent with divine devotion To strain under the laden sky All mocking stars most flimsy moon I seek no apology to mend my intimate faith Bleached blank under an eroding sun Emily Reid Green Emily Reid Green's poetry, creative non-fiction and flash fiction have appeared in publications including: Skipping Stones, Common Threads, The Font, The Linnet’s Wings, Khroma, Gravel, andSkive Magazine. An unabashed bookworm and avid knitter, she lives with her family in Toledo, Ohio.
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