not what anyone deserves.
within the first moment of unbalance,
the snare of gasps,
neglects the breath.
nearly blue, she will ride the wings
of others prayers.
a dust trail of broken green chords,
heaven slaps with blessed instant grace- unfelt.
a sharp inhale skids along the surface
A first wordle since, gasp, November. The Sunday Whirl- The words: blue, blessed, deserves, first, gasps, instant,
slap, snare, dust, unbalance, ride, wings