That was the place where she placed the art-work
These, the moments of praising , poets

Here, their Awayness from them all
Dusted each other’s used shelves

Few steps
From each other’s corners,void and her
Insisting that love was always better, her chant

He,
Her chant

God must be…….
The chant always is beautiful

A love when writ of, talked of…as chants
defies, void
praises, poets

lives as Life!

That’s why
Some recite .. even on dusty shelves!

Very low- on almost touching mud, very soft, very steady
Moves from line to line…rhyme to rhyme

Life