THURSDAY
Red desert, the wind
Sings,
The coyote tastes
The purple air, waits
For the coming
Of rain.
So deep and black
Is the sky!
Tonight,
Sorrow's heart opens.
Mary's arms reach
For her child,
Holds him
In love and in fear.
Did we not see
And did we not
Tremble?
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