Updated: Jun 9, 2021
Dawn Garisch
On the counter, in the folds of a white dishcloth,
are the simple contours of a lamb's face,
its small body lying curled and swaddled,
sleeping as though the world has conquered
its hate, as though a lamb might lower its guard,
lie down and sleep, knowing it’s safe.
from the collection Disturbance (Karavan Press, 2020)
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