in some elusive spot
between my fingertips and
that landscape now
Outside the sun rises,
bright against the darkest night
when my heart goes
to pink skies dawning,
the earth twirls in its own dance;
my poem takes its
|Camel Butte, Monument Valley (Camp 2007)|
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