Guided When confluence in the heavensshone brighter than any illuminated textthey high-fived, then headedto the mall for myrrh and frankincensestopped by the bank for gold. Whenever, on that dusty trekneedles of sand attackedcamels were crabbythighs chafed, tailbones achedeyes rose again to blue-white beamwhich drew them like a magnet. In Jerusalem when no one knewabout an… Continue reading Guided
Violet Nesdoly 