So here goes:
Please
In the morning, it came.
We all fixed our eyes skyward to track its progress.
It looked for all the world like a huge porcelain skillet.
Me, I forgot all my woes and worries… the tragedy of my
flawed birth, even my desire for bread.
My head was filled instead with something ancient, ancestral…
I believe it was a form of prayer.
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