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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