Cornelia

Cornelia, was a friend of mine
I’ve never met her but her eyes were always kind
She could put gravity on hold
and catch lightning
in the old, wooden beams of Southern churches
She found horror and then Hopper
borrowed something sinister and something kind
but not before looking for God in the pavement.

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