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Greg McVerry


This Good Friday
I seek shelter
behind a rock
it didn't block
no cave or nothing
Just the
  wind

Micha trespasses
through quartz and limestone
  of a foot rest
Journal splayed, like thoughts
over knees

Then finally as
the third stanza rises
the sun comes out again

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