HEALING
You were the breath of
Desert's scarlet dawn,
The kiss of purple sun.
My love, my one and all,
Time ends.
In the city, a child
Cries
By an open window,
Reaches
For the coyote's howl
On the wind.
The scene
Resolves into resurrection,
But it takes a lifetime.
Thursday, September 24, 2009
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