THE EVERYDAY
to break one’s arm in three places
to lie each day awaiting the drip
to feel one’s hair falling out after years of brushing
when the soul lies down in the grass
when i hear those words whirl in my mind and ask them to rest
when your lips curl into a smile and it’s as if blooms come early
out beyond harp music
out beyond the morning’s breaking news
out beyond the flutter on our front porch
tiniest wings broken through that immense barrier
hatched after 16 days of steady tending
out beyond when the soul lies down to break beyond
to breath pulse
and lie down in that grass
Debra Elisa believes story can save lives and co-hosts a monthly open-mic. When not playing with words, she enjoys wandering shores and trails with her husband and Cattle Dog.
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