Sunday, September 26, 2021

through the tremors turned earthquakes / when dusk sank / within childhood innocence / I wished upon a refuge / burying myself in your fur / you let me rest upon your graces / even when I fell asleep in crooked positions / you kept your paws steady / as if to tell me / with you / I wouldn’t have to worry about the shake / did the people’s savior crown you / to guard me against cub eating wolves? / I prayed they would never break the spark / of your caramel eyes / thankfully / worlds still speak fire / when I meet your face / with grayed edges / marked by time’s sunken in teeth / before your train whistle calls / I hope you know by my fingertips scratching your head / I’m saying thank you 

This piece was published by Lodi Whittier Library. 

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