This year

This year,
Let’s not stop with casting
Bread onto the water,
Our stale old sins
Confessed and forgotten.

This year,
Let’s cast the water, too,
Cast it so far the river sinks
Beneath the dusty earth,
So far the sand
Bakes into clay and shatters.

So far,
To parched lands where
Thirsty travelers pray,
Not for forgiveness
But for water.

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