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SEPTEMBER 10 2016 ❋ Rhiannon Collett
the lake stretched out
yawned and turned over
ochre / still, then –
holy, holy
the elk floated in
lily-pads & duck weed hung thick
their fur like unknown forests
the first elk bit my fingers
so i opened
[ i fear pain ]
then another and another
i opened, i opened
they stepped upon me
holy
they went upstairs
holy
they said their prayers
holy,
they slept
the final elk broke through the waters
bluelit, damp & steaming
[ still ]
i opened and felt
the click of completion
the glorious moment
when you cannot see the wrong