How to pray the stone beads
by Lydia Harris
I leave you the weight of them
the veins the passages between
the grains where water seeps in
ten awl-bored, grainy and dun
threaded on gut, sway-heavy
swing them, they could do harm
between forefinger and thumb
they are warm in my palm
I swear they are garland and crown
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|---|---|
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