Carols – Marjorie Mir

CAROLS The conjured images are changeless over time. In the “little town,” windows are lit beneath slanted roofs, dark streets lined with bare-limbed trees, above them, a clear midnight sky, scissored stars, Orion’s belt. The angels’ breath is visible. All Faithful leave bootprints as they come. And the Family huddled and homeless in their shed, […]

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