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Blessings

by Rebekah Danielson

 

Early, morning breeze

Combs through her hair

It carries dust

From chalked flowers

On the earth

 

Her bare feet

Consumed by grass

Her shoes

Lay by the wand

And soap

Used for bubbles

 

As the clouds roll by

The sun will come

Another day

Inside

All tucked in

She says a prayer

To the One

who grants the blessings.