altar
she grabs a fistful
of innocence
clovers
flowers and all
offers them up
dusting the ripped greens
from chubby fingers
onto a covered bookcase
they will dry
in death
then I will brush them
into my hand
worn well from
the work
mindful to catch
each piece
smile
and throw them
away
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Something sacred about those little offerings.
So very sacred.