April 9  2004

One-thousand one-hundred sixty-two




shame and remorse

lungs tiring and knees clicking

godly questions

day's body in coiling night, tonight or yet



angels rolling barrows

catch eyes and call a greeting

stranger to stranger

restoring heart, miracle in memory



waking in a breezing room looking over the cantina



 

 


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