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| Caravaggio |
Unschooled me trying to write poetic verse, I learn best by imitation. Hoping it is still considered bona fide flattery, this week I choose as tutor for my raggedy words Luci Shaw's Ascending
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be believing
(John 20:19-30)
Later on
that day / the dark room
was enough
to concoct buttoned down
in our minds.
While we lingered bolted-in
shut-up / You
breezed past barricade as One
hole-pocked / exhaling
absolution, a hot gust
peace be with you;
materializing new
as Yourself / awake & alive
after the woman's claim
you spoke her name.
afraid / our fingers
trace your split side
'til we inhale
Your closer breathing
our truer air.
