The grit of ashes


You thumbed grit

into my furrowed brow,
marking me
with the sign of mortality,
the dust of last year’s palms.

The cross you traced
seared, smudged skin,
and I recalled other ashes
into my heart
by those who love too little
or not at all.

- Elizabeth-Anne Vanek in Extraordinary Time

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