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Still Life


11.13.18 Posted in today's words by

Jenica Lodde lives and writes in Clarks Green, Pennsylvania.

Still Life
By Jenica Lodde

I don’t need to call you out of your self.
I house enough comfort in my own
thick blanket of dark.
Find me
in the quiet places
making my own peace.
Don’t bring me flowers.
Give me the garden:
one minute of your soul
scrubbed clean by a night rain.


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