Salutations

Salutation
 
Stretch to meet my hands
above my head, a church steeple
reaching higher than the bands
of fear. Bow with the man
with railroad pins in his back
a woman running rough-shot
with t-cells, the tattoo artist
whose body brags in full lotus.
Wrap my way past haunting voices
solace in the heat. Reach toward
the mirror, yoga practice together
in early morning weather.

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