no, I have never

seen the devil

but I have

seen a grown man

eye a little girl

like meat

*

I wish there was a noun

to describe

the sound of a night train

shushing anxiety

a lullaby

for the weary at heart

*

dear trees

it was in

your embrace

that I finally

learned

I was loved

*

pulling

each string

of my harp

who knew

a prayer doesn’t

need words

*

vanilla and sugar

let’s dream

for a moment

that this world

could be

as sweet as that

*Published in it’s a secret place (the cherita book 38)

*The first cherita was designated as a cherita lighthouse (editor’s choice)