That afternoon
we baptized one another
in a mountain lake
and washed away
our shalt-not childhood.
Sarah Russell
First published by Silver Birch
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It’s rare for a poem to be so short and also this good. It makes me smile each time I reread it. Alarie
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Still one of my favourites. So fine 🙂
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I “shalt-not” stop enjoying your poetry!!!!
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Hey, thanks, you guys. A fun one to write. (A fun memory too.)
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Nice Sarah
Sent from my iPhone
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Thanks, Steve. Passed SteviesLaw on to some folks yesterday. The more followers, the merrier!
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