Friday, December 15, 2017

Sleeping Valentine

What I see at the threshold
Is a young woman holding a child
How could she be so bold
 
As if offering it to me wavering
Trying to picture what she sees in me
That love is the same in both worlds
 
Assuming its infant form
The original cupid reborn
Flying about the room
 
Not at all the nativity I planned
The marching band
The palms waving and laid on the road
 
But the holiness of the world
Sleeping
In my hands

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