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Naomi’s Lament
I can no longer bear the marketplace
with its excess, its profusion, crowding me in confusion
widowed, childless, waning like the moon
in a sky impenetrably black, emptiness at my back
I mumble a prayer I scarcely remember,
a stranger to the child I was, groping for the pulse of God
Migration
together they glide
ride currents of air
in a sky blue with cold
the sun glinting gold
we on the ground
are bound to remain
scattered like leaves
on rain-darkened streets
Amy Allison’s writing appears at NewMyths.com, The Gravity of the Thing, and The Genre Society. Her novella, Sunset, is published by Liminal Books/Between the Lines Publishing. Visit her online at ByAmyAllison.com. Follow her on Instagram and Bluesky @byamyallison.
