Parading

I open my mouth to the wind. The wind

opens my heart, my breast. I leave the bare
opens my heart, my breast. I leave the bare
opens my heart, my breast. I leave the bare
bones behind. I leave the soul, once another’s,
bones behind. I leave the soul, once another’s,
once my own, there in that maze of sand, —Donika Kelly
once my own, there in that maze of sand,
—Donika Kelly

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