WHEN ARETHA SANG
How I Got Over,
she was. Mindful, now.
How we end
our Lenten poetry
with Mary Oliver’s
enjambed lines,
like that,
a striding over
smoothly and swiftly
alternating readers
without interruptions
punctuation gone
like screws from door jams
joyful waters
Of descending birth breath
Jim Bodeen
27 March 2024
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