Monday, March 22, 2010

UNTITLED

Tonight,
Blue feathered stars
Flash
Through the sky,
Setting the moon afire.

White ash falls,
Comforting
The steaming desert with
Frosted rain.

In the red washed air
A coyote screams.

The purple phoenix
Beats its wings,
Breathing
Into the newness of life,
And we sleep on.

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