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Wind
Molly O’Dell

You know I’ll grow old with you
in our cathedral carved in stone,
gilded with moss and ferns,
shelves of lichen where you so often
touch me in a breathless climb,
carrying scents of earth & lively
echoes bathing in a gorge. You know
how much I love ice drippings blown
clean. You always nudge me to slam
the kitchen door when I join the vacant
lot where nests are bound with weeds
and worms and dirt. Your bloom never
ceases and your course stirs us
together under this big blue sky.

—
Molly O’Dell lives in southwest Virginia where she enjoys being out in nature as much as possible. She writes from her experiences and observations as mother, physician, friend, lover, sister, and child. Her published works include Off the Chart, Care is a Four-Letter Verb, and Unsolicited: 96 Saws and Quips from the Wake of the Pandemic.

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