Sandra Simonds
from wind for prayer
7.remember that wine poured from the mouth
of a stone
lion
that our voices were abandoned
at a bus stop
in the hottest part of the city with one
bronze
coin between our lips (goldfish-colored) to share or to give
away
and remember that summer came through the double
doors of our desires
and left us also
like the bodies we were, rough outlines
responsive only
to moist skin
suggestive of an odd cycle of hope
and discouragement a prayer for winter
and the wind
operatic, if necessary
a prayer for three boys to save us from,