Rescue

For more than a week,
there was a statue of Our Lady
in a sky-blue half-shell
beside the dumpster
next to the parking lot.
Now, only the sconce remains.

I like to think someone

has rescued Mary,
taken her home,
made a safe place for her,
crowned her with flowers
or a bright wreath of dandelions,
and now speaks to her
with intimate reverence.





Poetry by Thomas DeFreitas The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2019-08-27 at 09:29

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