Tanist Denise Bolden

Standing barefoot on a summer day
The small of fresh plowed earth
beneath my feet
Heat waves warm my blood
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Icicles on my window pain
Smoke from a nearly chimney
Both restating the same
Warmth and desolation
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Sometimes I think it is defeat
The status quo maintained
I look again
The untied lace
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Faith is believing in something
When there is nothing
For circumstances suggest
In the higher tower
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