clean

i finally got my feet washed.
they were sore from a day
of running and standing still,
of impatience and veiled pride,
and i wondered, as i sat in the pew,
whether the one who washed them
would be able to smell the sweat
from my socks and shoes.

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dressed for spring

midway up the hill
the neighbor’s weeping fig
is dressed for spring
a gown of bridal white blossoms
shielding leafless branches.

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forgive, forget, fight

yesterday afternoon i resolved to stop thinking about you because every thought made me angry and hurt but evening came with the admonition to keep doing battle for you on my knees so here i am will you forgive me for the misunderstandings and bitter feelings?  i don’t have the right to judge you, especially…

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