dawn walk
a single sparrow sings
over the traffic roar
© Rachel Green October 2023
I still see
the ghost of their father
spinning in the tremulous defeat
of their resignation.
Why am I unblocking toilets
in the dream of living with you;
cleaning a bathroom after months
of neglectful absolution.
It's me on my knees here,
praying for a miracle
from a god who doesn't exist
except in the minds of the violent.
© Rachel Green October 2023
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