that damascene road
on that dusty trailcamels doing their aloof calculus
overburdened donkeys
and women of enforced modesty
you saw a vision
stabbing your core
a vagrant and a prophet
yet a ruler and a judge
and it changed your life
and ours
however
what wasn't written
was the response
the wanderer turned, one-eyed
staff in hand
eight-legged steed jigging
mouthing the bit
as ravens landed on his shoulders
he shook his silver head
you know, I'm seriously married
with both of us straying and forgiving
and justice for all who tried at all
but that was never in the letters
Poetry by Katarina Wikholm
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Written on 2016-09-15 at 18:35




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