Tuesday, August 27, 2013
We huddled close;
I wanted to tuck in
fold out bush
push back sand
and silence the wind.
We huddled close to one another;
he didn't pray but I
guided by measured breath and chant,
watched the light flicker in our womb.
I wanted homeland security.
We huddled close, each to the other.
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