Jane's Grace [poetry]

September 8, 2018

she’s facing the water

ankles crossed tenderly as her body

sets up camp like a tent

on Earth’s beach

where wisps of her white blonde hair

twist and tangle to the direction of the wind

toes shifting cool sand amongst the 

spaces between them as

sounds of waves gather gently—

the whishing whirl of a Father’s whisper

washing weighted footprints free


where her newly formed body 

is weightless

and her piercing blue eyes

are peace


no footprints

only a frothy forgiveness 

that forms around her figure

like wings

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