the CaRdinal

in the ground i found the cardinal in every step. like roots from the butternut tree it satiated me as i wept. in my blood i felt the flood of every cell, rushing to my head, arterial red, on the wings of a bird, like the word – reduced within from the sludge of sin. I am well.

by K. Osei 

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