Worship

At some days’ end,
I feel as if I have stepped my last-
propping up this frame,
these unpadded shoulders,
boned as a scarecrow.

Dithering with the primal thoughts of a child.
Open-armed,
palms in supplication.

I bow down,
I do.

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