The Gravity of Longing<\/p>\n
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Jennifer Angelina Petro<\/p>\n
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The moon reaches down<\/p>\n
Lifting the waves in her cupped hands,<\/p>\n
Scales of fish contain petals of the sun,<\/p>\n
Moths slip the gravity of their longing<\/p>\n
Letting their wings catch fire,<\/p>\n
Wind arrives at street corners, spinning leaves<\/p>\n
In little galaxies,<\/p>\n
Deer move as solemn Druids,<\/p>\n
Leaving angel hoof-prints in the snow,<\/p>\n
Union and separation whirl in expanding<\/p>\n
And contracting orbits of desire,<\/p>\n
Creation wheels around the flame of god,<\/p>\n
The road of your passion unfurls before you,<\/p>\n
With a keenness that washes your hair and hands–<\/p>\n
Sing\u2014<\/p>\n
Keep your prayers coming and your steps light–<\/p>\n
They will return home, dancing.<\/p>\n
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