Parading

O, my scouring eye

that scrubs clean
that scrubs clean
that scrubs clean
the sky and blossomed tree.
the sky and blossomed tree.
O, my heart that breaks
O, my heart that breaks
like a bone. O, my bones, / full and flying. —Donika Kelly
like a bone. O, my bones, / full and flying.
—Donika Kelly

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