Ritual

Bart Wolffe

RITUAL

He repeats the same steps without counting

How many times he will go there to the edge

Where the buds are prayers

And as if his eyes could make hope happen

Observes the slowest swelling in them

That promise he has survived the winter

And there is now new life in Spring.

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