Friday, April 9, 2010

from my head like dust

from my head like dust
prayers fly away
in every direction and place
sprinkling their debris
a mist of light and day

prayer in eddies
in the corner
of my room
swirling leaves on sidewalks
skipping stars to the moon

tiptoeing through flowerbeds
sprinkled on my shoulders
resting on my tongue
watercolors on my brainpallette
a wealth of prayers yet to be said
prayers trickle all around
like bakery perfume
someone's head is always a prayer's chimney

and through the smoke of prayers prayed
still i ask
where do prayers go when they leave my head?

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