BlueMoonNortheast
Meg Harris
Regret
He climbed down
from the boards.
Someone whispered
passionate prayers.
Someone slept nearby
— contentedly.
God became a man
in each respect.
Out on the stoop,
the boy she means to stir
gleams by—narrowly.
“Eat me,” he says.
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