Sending Prayers

They hang like towels.

Towels hung out

to dry in the wind

line upon line of them

blowing in the wind,

prayer flags

sending thoughts

sending blessings

wind dried leftovers 

from days gone by

when laundry was line-dried

and peace and goodwill were sent

as thoughts and prayers 

on the wind

not in the ether.

But in the end

it was never enough.

In the end

it made no difference 


In the end

they’re still hung out to dry.


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