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  • Writer's pictureHannah Hinsch

Hyssop

After Psalm 51


Ever before me

snow anoints

the face so turned

a heart

clean as ash

(broken willingly as bone)--

upper rooms

bloodless white

each vein to the point

of flower

quiet

as hush of hyssop on door

an atrium, open-aired

cold

a secret heart

offered whole.

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