it happens any time
in any place
around the universe
and even under ground
where they bury us
or in jars
where our chemical composition
lays just there in a powder
when women pray
they are really talking
across wet streets
between cars
right on the division line
of light and dark
they really get into it
a rhythm only she angels can hear
the he angels
they’re pictures on Valentines
sent to Hank Bukowski
when women pray
they think of everything
dirty diapers pregnancy tests
pubic hair the national crime rates
they think of their breasts
the bruises by their mate
the love of a mother
the words not really carefully thought through
but the universe gets the gist
cars come and go
rush hour in the heart
fear and joy at being alive
when women pray
music dances off their tongues
penetrating embankments
concrete or otherwise
the lilts and little valleys
in their vocal chords
algorithms to the stars
when i pray
i pray for a strength like theirs
words less spoken 
This is a stunning piece of writing. I loved this piece. So much honesty and heartbreak in this work. Thank you for sharing. Love ❤️ Joni
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Thank you Joni, I appreciate your kind words lots of love and blessings to you my friend.
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Beautiful and strong and sad and breathtaking all at once.
Amen & women, MB xo
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fanx MR gotta lots of searching for soul and vice versa be safe and happy xoxo
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I hear you.
Peas xo
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I love this, beginning with the title. Excellent write.
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thank you so much friend xo
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My pleasure.
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Love it. And the strength they carry is great.
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thank you friend xo
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Welcome 🙂 xo
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