Second Visit to the Shrine

I did kneel next to the saint's pale tomb
then pushed my daughter's carriage into
the grounds and it was
close as a kiss to rain 

although there is a wall sometimes between
me and God or the saints or sanity under

the skein of leaves on a weeping tree the
feeling came like a handclasp almost:
nothing in this world is
perfect if you look closely enough

Rosemarie Koch

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