Jane says, "Our words feel so woven today."
Once the danger had passed, the tears.
She sat with all that had happened.
She lay her sorrows around her.
Not just her own, but any that surfaced.
They spread around her like a quilt
Her eyes filled its folds with rivers, tributaries.
Emptied, she stood there at the edge of endlessness.
Still it was better to sleep on the floor, away from windows.
Jane's Morning Poem!!
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