Idiosyncratic

Idiosyncratic

Weathered photographs turned at the edges
after taking residency in the breast pockets
 – right above the valves of the heart –
of the men whose feet stomped in unison.
who prayed any defeat would be an illusion
like the tears they shed in the moonlight’s wake,
while their thoughts called to see miracles;
like the birth of the new day.

Light from Lita
See you soon.

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