Parading

Down Sally Cow Lane and Elsewhere

Bare feet, bare face, I wait

at what I imagine to be a shrine’s gate
at what I imagine to be a shrine’s gate
at what I imagine to be a shrine’s gate
gathering the kind of force required
gathering the kind of force required
to stop loving, as only stone can. —Sarah Holland-Batt
to stop loving, as only stone can.
—Sarah Holland-Batt

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