Resurrection
A poem
Quietly slipping
through the stone
into morning air
and birdsong,
he stoops
to retuck
the slipped cloak
of a sleeping guard
before
moving on.
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Quietly slipping
through the stone
into morning air
and birdsong,
he stoops
to retuck
the slipped cloak
of a sleeping guard
before
moving on.
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Dang. Thank you for this tender portrait.
So quiet and simple, but I saw it so well.