New Morning
my chest grows heavy
with yours
weighted down
calcified
while the kitten
cries in the next room
hungry to be set loose
and the sun struggles
to find its way
lost in a gray maze
this is a new morning
heavy with wrongness
bowed down in pain
when I pray
should it be for more stone
or maybe less mass
so that both of us
can be lightened
the burden of it
buries my prayers deep
in the ground
yet— this is a new morning
Pamela Olson, 8/29/08
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