Around his navel this morning
a halo, a red stipple
Hopkins would love:
"Glory be to God for dappled things..."
It's a gift from this woman
he doesn't know.
She welcomed him last night
with open arms and open legs
sending him home to his wife
this morning, unaware
he was bringing this souvenir,
a bright halo of crab lice.
1 comment:
so what?
and saying halo twice doesn't make it any holier.
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