Sunday, July 13, 2014

MURIEL RUKEYSER'S SONG

The soul clothes
the body of a poet
expectant in prayer
the sextant has gone
away for the day,

In the synogogue's light
you take out
a skeptical pen
and yellow marker
out of you purse
thinking of Solomon
in his temple's verse
wanting to compose
a dialogue for her Maker.

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