Tea Lights and Flowers
Wednesday, June 12, 2013
Morning In The Desert
For James
Dawn applies her hand
to the sky's forehead. A faint
wind moves through the trees; and I wake
holing you in coolness --
a silence of our own
before the sun harangues
the hills in repetitious heat.
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