the nomad and her muse
Thursday, October 20, 2011
the healing
I went to leave
my father's house
after he hugged me
he raised his lightly gathered fist
and pounded on my heart
eight times
not a word spoken
I knew
he was waking me up
I knew
I was being healed.
09/05/2010 AKW
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