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Submission

it is madness, she thinks
to store such fragile treasures
in earthen vessels
the crushed lily
the frozen wren
does she dare throw
her shadow against the sun?

she sits alone, with what she knows
and shapes her confessions
love has called her name
she has answered
everything mortal
has been swallowed
by life

By Jan Wood