A Prayer to See with Clarity

I went there once,
to the place you’re imagining.
It was purple, with wild geraniums
under green-bright stars.

All the constellations spelled
words, like “skyr,” and “jazz.”

The birds sang in three-part harmony,
and you wouldn’t believe
the taste of the ocean.

I came home blind,
but oh, how clearly I could see.

Deb Baker is a writer and poet living in Americus, Georgia.

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