Parading

I turn my blessings like photographs into the light;

over my shoulder the god of Not-Yet looks on:
over my shoulder the god of Not-Yet looks on:
over my shoulder the god of Not-Yet looks on:
/... / Not-yet-shattered, not-yet-sectioned,/ —Jane Hirshfield
… / Not-yet-shattered, not-yet-sectioned,
—Jane Hirshfield

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