Diaspora

You could not imagine
how deeply I have listened
to those words,

Perched on your lips
direct from heaven.
Over and over and under

I pray to them,
My golden calf idolatry,
Meagre compared

to the stone.
Phrases are carved now
where once was a rose,

Cut by the gentle gardener,
Physician nature,
Purveyor of the finest

longing and desire.

diaspora

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