any morning
she rises, shuffles
to the kitchen
bridging into a new day
the remote clicks
crossing into classes
a conundrum of voices
oh, the sacred bridge
willing hands extend to
accept peace here there
amenஆமென்
amen AMeN
amen アーメン
Jconnor 03/15/24
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