this poem
is plenty

my camel cannot
carry more—

oil glistens on wood
be content with that


what if judgment comes
& i have not

the kiss of wings—

the way sage forgives

have we hidden salvation
under the fig leaves

every body


maybe the truth—
is buoyed

& all this
water is a sign

has anyone seen the dove

take down these fences
surely we can

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D Ellis Phelps is an author and artist. She lives in Bulverde.

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