for Egypts fallen palms… And Jesus wept

ears hear mint talk tick speak

so sun light pours on thyme

heart beats … songs gone …sad springs

In reams of notes and sighs

he who nestles life beats in the poem of his hand …heard Egypt’s broken heart beat … dead palm prints in the sand

…and Jesus wept

 

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