Fresh cut grasses tease my thighs
as I kneel in darkness to pray
below the 10:20, cloud-thickened sky.
Casting off deliberate thought,
truer words thank Him
and ask Him to “be my light.”
Here, our starless night
betrays herself, allowing a lone star
to glimmer for me.
One mississippi two mississippi
And it hides anew.
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