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  • Hannah Hinsch

Madonna of the Rocks

A waning moon,

a cradle,

she bends, sways

over dark water.

Among magma and ruin

she releases

the word she carried.

Filled with

unutterable calling,

the cup of her hand

stretches out

over a lily


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