Sometimes when i pray

Sometimes When I Pray

 

I lift my hands like you do when

checking to see if it’s raining?

Or were we imagining that?

 

Or how, at times, you lift a mitten

to look with eyes like a microscope

at one crystal of afternoon snow

 

before it melts. Which it will.

And quickly at that. But you saw it.

You know you did.

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