mostly closed
two slits
diagonal
on handsome/haggard
face
but they seem to see
everything
ribbon of time
extending back
and through this moment
to tomorrows shadowed/shaded with
pain and grace
this moment of prayer
taking stage on knees nimble
yet slightly arthritic
and aged hands cupping microphone
deep canyon voice chanting melody of
spirit and sex
angel voices harmony two octaves above
and this arena
this billboard building
becomes holy space
a healed world
imagined behind those mostly
closed eyes
shaded/shadowed by fedora
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