I saw the shining girl
at Grace church
eating sunflower seedsin her white dress
like a little white dove
She cracked shells
with her tiny sharp teeth
the birds crouching down by her feet
We drew red petals
from the frosty ground
pressed our faces to the silvery glass
and looked inward
at the perfect old stones
and windows
sapphire and white
reflected the timeless sky
behind us
*This was a church that Jason and I stumbled upon during one of our NYC explorations. I fell in love with it instantly and was inspired to write a poem about a child ghost who lived at Grace church.
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