Kerrin P. Sharpe

like rain the thunder

inside the tall gothic church
a man kisses the pieta

max is at the organ
composing a creation hymn

called apple and snow
all night the wind

wraps itself around the city
like a bell that does

not ring in danger but prayer
and genya’s voice

falls from a clock
as she calls her children

kazia, stefan, hendrich, janek
her hand closes around

a winter apple
and somebody probably kazia

puts the kettle on
then all four children

gather their shadows
and become birds

Author’s Note


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