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  • Dionne Blaha

You've Finished Work

You’ve finished work.

Heading out the door,

you turn back to

pick up your day’s prayer.

Touching the mantra

to the end of your tongue

is not calling god to be with you.

It is not meant to write you

into Version 102 of you.

Let the words

be their own selves,

stick children or

sticky children or

dandelions or

dandy children.

If you want to

call god to you,

by all means.

The trick is this:

Leave yourself behind

to find yourself.

Dissolve the tea of you

into the cup of you

and the spoon of you

will taste the tongue of you.

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