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Yellow Roses
Of Poetry and People
Feb 16, 2022
Photo by Jesse Dodds on Unsplash

I am never on time.
Bewildered priestess,
I hear confessions
ten years too late.

Absolution does not happen
in this sanctuary —
occasional ritual
is more transgression than a rite.

What good are prayers
offered after the fact?
What should I do with the bits
and pieces you left at my feet?

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