Communion

This evening’s fresh clouds burst, Scattering across the asphalt a handful of rain’s unseasonable black confetti.

A jug of wine,

No loaf.

No thou.

I feed among the lilies of this resplendent sky.

By bonniemcclellan

Mother, poet, american ex-pat from Texas living in Northern Italy.

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