may i soften like a candle left on a warm window sill may i be formed to my true shape may i know all of my light and all of my dark and may i marry them beneath a flowered arbor buzzing with bees and the promise of all my dreams waking up to meet me face-to-face -rjm
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Jo McCrory is a writer and artist living in northern California.
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The parts of me that long to grow into spring Are hiding fallow now, safe beneath dead leaves I am a wisp behind a tree A slip, here and not Cobwebs for veins Dotted with dew, silver filament The bark bites until spring -rjm
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