Today's poem is by Betsy Sholl
Orison
Let me give back to God
his jacket, his locket,
his thin slippers,
sunglint, sleetspit, stars.
And here's my cracked,
my sullen, unstrung
guitar, hung like a rabbit
in the butcher's window,
a hole in the belly
where a song should be.
Emptiness only
emptiness can see
Let this be my prayer.
Does anything belong to me?
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from Beloit Poetry Journal
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