Inter-City Intercession

The city is a saint.
I climb on my tire swing
to try and get a closer view of God.
Pray daddy tied the rope as true as his own.

His old Chevy tire
I swing without a push
reach out belief and bag a blessing
off a skyscraper’s spire.

© khartless 2020, All Rights Reserved

What Would Silvia Plath Write #141-50 words in her style


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