One day. It will find you.A certain kind of hush.Owl’s wings across your heart,The steady soundless beatIn your chest,Where once the Ravens clawedand Stallions thunderedand rivers burst their banks in rageful tumult.A calm will enter.And your body will still.Not a waiting stillnessbut an earthen onea bright star onethe heart of fire oneOne of nascent lifeContinue reading “Hush”
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Erica Lowe 