On Lectio Divina, Counterclockwise
By Poetry Issue 89
Both hands of a clock rotate counterclockwise as I read backwards—you, give, leave, I, peace. You gave us peace. You left us peace. You left us for a little while until you returned, glorified in an era without aerial shots, prior to montage. A figurative clock I mentioned is anachronistic. You said, Peace I leave…
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