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Michael Brownstein – 1 poem

PILGRIMAGE

 

He came upon the shrine

after hardship

and saw in it only stone.

So far had he come for this moment

and so lost he felt now that he was upon it.

He stared at the lines on his hands open-mouthed,

each scribble open, gray and ugly.

The shrine had one door

and two tiny windows cut in stone.

He entered holding his breath,

the floor recently swept,

the door recently greased.

There was nothing in the room.

He felt the blisters on his feet,

the taste of blood in his mouth,

a sting of sweat in his eyes.

He sat on the floor

suddenly satisfied.

 

🍃

 

 Michael H. Brownstein


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Bindweed Magazine publishes two anthologies each year: Midsummer Madness and Winter Wonderland. Bindweed is run as a not for profit, labour of love endeavour by an author/poet couple: Leilanie Stewart and Joseph Robert. Bindweed can be found at https://bindweedmagazine.wordpress.com

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