He is Ours as All are His
The moon at 3am
pierces the ribs
of our roof
robbing the house
of quiet --
turning sleep
into unrestrained
hunger pangs --
for something
we don't completely
apprehend --
but know belongs
to us.
Published by
Martha T. Terrell
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