An east wind,
she might have thought
as she splayed
the wooden beams
and divided their
garments
Brushed aside
the hammer and nails
one more time
to lay down that quilt
of many colors.
Hidden Life in Nazareth, by Ivonka Demchuk
An east wind,
she might have thought
as she splayed
the wooden beams
and divided their
garments
Brushed aside
the hammer and nails
one more time
to lay down that quilt
of many colors.
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