Wild Woman's pet raven is looking at her
through her pince-nez.
Sp(b)eaking in her gravelly voice.
"My dear tired friend,
do try to stop
pushing the river.
to the water's flow,
and soon you may find yourself
in a little pool of grace."
A poem from 2015. I followed the raven's advice, trusted, and did find myself floating in a pool of grace. Smiles. She is smart like that, my raven.
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