Gravel – a poem by Jane Greer

My prayers drop to the ground like so much gravel,
salting the path on which it seems I travel.
Who made the path before me? Others praying.
Kadosh, kadosh, kadosh I hear them saying.

Jane Greer founded Plains Poetry Journal, an advance guard of the New Formalism movement, in 1981, and edited it until 1993. She is author of the poetry collection Love like a Conflagration (Lambing Press, 2020), and her next collection, The World as We Know It Is Falling Away, will be published this fall, also by Lambing Press. She lives in North Dakota.

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