A Prayer
Seconds are history’s dust
seen buoyant in sun-shafts.
We are present, all,
willing or not.
May our particles
be neither dirt, nor glitter,
nor lung-scratching refuse.
but clean silver
even gold,
that we might
reflect.
Prudence T.K. Vasquez is a poet living and writing in her own quiet Rivendell amidst the misty mountains of southern Appalachia.
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