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Feb 2013
When first light breaks, the drapes
guard themselves
like wounded children,
whispering

There is no visible end
on which to latch.


Hatred shares
a wall with me,
shares
a callous countenance,
shares
a small, collapsing tear.

Much love to the one who wants it least;
they need it more than most.


Like rosaries
chanted
in an empty church,
I sing an impression of hope.
CH Gorrie
Written by
CH Gorrie  San Diego, California
(San Diego, California)   
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