#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream
why not a prayer, I ask
of sky, let blue now reach
her eyes, the anonymous mother
her street-wise daughter - whose story
I sat next to under last night's church
a basement, its cheerless
ceiling's low lit florescent hum
we were reading a book of useless
hopeful words, such waste
I'm learning relief this morning
under bright light, asking simply
may the daughter she'll never stop
tracking desire the misery of not
wanting less than sky
clear
morning
All photos and text copyright Kelly DuMar 2016