OUTDOORS Poem by Amparo Osorio
OUTDOORS
Rain:
anoint my skin
wash my eyes.
Night opens
for you.
My roaming.
My endless wandering off
haunts me.
What voices
of what skies
do you bring to me?
What god
cries
that I don't hear?
Wednesday, November 21, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: voices
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