It was soft, shadow-streaked dusk
and I gazed at the eyelashes
of a brown, bare-legged bundle

I had seen the tearful ones
wide eyes and distended bellies
clutched against gaunt hips

She was crowned in black,
graced with a wrinkled frown;
sleeping trace of waking light

And I marveled
to hold something so light
and feel such weight of glory


2 thoughts on “New.

  1. I absolutely love your insight into life, Noelle. It inspires me to look for the little things and to cherish them.

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