i make an altar of my life,
place for cardinals to land
center of coincidence
and telepathy. my mother advises:
in prayer, gratitude comes first.
thank you god, i begin,
for your many blessings. i leave
the door ajar but it's bats
who find their way in. leave them.
leave the wolves and coyotes cries
all the sickened and the blistered
beings at my door, drooling
with thirst. i make an altar
of my porch, place for answering
all unanswered prayers, place to
comfort wandering spirits.
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