with distances
our skin
our heart
our thoughts
the countryside
a big city
such poverty and misfortune
such glittering opulence
visibly and invisibly
blinding
even before the mildew
* * *
my turtle shell my weakness
three times I’ve prayed it not be moved
* * *
casting addiction
or promiscuity
or crime
along racial
or ethnic
or neighborhood
in or out of
where charity is not supple
communion
no hour
attended as fully as we might
Poem copyright 2016 by Jnana Hodson
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