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Sport 19: Lightworks

Saint Celia

Saint Celia

She is momentarily trapped
in concrete corners
at the bottom of the steps
and the wall and the hall;
she is triangularly stuck.
Soft shaven head
wedged in an ending gap,
arms invisibly nailed
in sharp angles.

She waits without panic,
captures the sky
in her eyes, smiles
at passing sparrows,
knowing all along that the rain
will gather and lift her,
drift her around the corner
where she will walk
on water.