Love's scarlet passions Rise with dawn, Pale at wane of day, A wild mare galloping Reckless reckless At ocean's edge, searching Beyond For her Beloved.
I live in Phoenix under a white hot sun and wander time and space. I see poems whole. Images come to me in rhythm and color with line break. Previously I lived on Long Island near the ocean, where the mist and fog and thick grey air create a separate reality.
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