Prayer Shawl At the crest of the mountain a penitent in open prayer, kneeling, weeping, raising his arms, and not a single bird. The winter rain has erased all the footprints of good weather visitors, and will mine. Below a woman runs, her breath visible in short puffs, then disappears. How long I have worn this mountain.
Jeff Burt works in mental health and lives in Santa Cruz County, California with his wife. He has contributed to Williwaw Journal, Heartwood, Red Wolf Journal, and Your Daily Poem.