you want to borrow hope from the saints
these days the world rests on fault lines
every city brought to its knees
every road a suspension bridge
over raging rivers
the wreckage keeps piling up
rubble and dust and no breath to take
you want to borrow hope from the saints
from their careful collection of blessings
want to quiet
the crackle and static of your heart
to stop riding the darkness
at three in the morning
you want tomorrow's rain
to stop falling
- © Linda King 2021
Linda King is the author of five poetry collections including Reality Wayfarers ( Shoe Music Press, 2016) and antibodies in the alphabet ( BlazeVOX Books, 2019) Her work has appeared in numerous literary journals ( including Bluepepper) in Canada and internationally. King lives and writes on The Sunshine Coast of British Columbia, Canada.
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