Ceremony
By Kathryn Liebowitz
For clothes I stitched some leaves
For voice I took the thrush
For legs, the deer; for heart
the crimson flower
For song I claimed the mocking bird’s
that calls from out of reach
For pulse I took the newborn’s
For loss, the autumn leaf
For hope, the wren’s return
to doorways in the trees
For soul I sought the stone
to take me for its own
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Copyright © 2008 by Kathryn Liebowitz.