The Family by Cody Davis

I think all people must have a good heart.
They sit and pray in circles,
ghosting vibrations through ribcages.

They crumble out the caked earthworms
and crab grass crowns. They hold
hands and they swim in their neighbors eyes.

And them children tumble in golden cornfields,
and they love themselves and they
love they Mamas and they Papas. . .

They must have 'em. They walk
their paths, nod to their acquaintances,
and smile at the church.

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