Friday, October 16, 2009

A Question from the Canyon of San Gabriel

Beguiling desert
with fickle fan still summered
flirting with the sand

My hair goes your way
lifting yet holding like stones
within the river

Should I catch her there
small ash among the many
flirting with the sky

will I know quiet
of the damp as evening stills
upon the lasting


from 9-06 with thoughts of Michelle

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