A cute little mini vacay happened, and poetry did not, but now I'm back on track.
The sun hangs heavy,
wavering horizon.
It burns my retinas
with a goldenbright shine
Prairie grass, green and sepia
Sparse trees in the dusty light.
Who am I?
Just another molded mind?
Chasing down the motes of
lovely light
Gathering my dust
and hoarding the sight
Oh Coral Sky,
soft with the breathing cool
Let me not forever-run
with my eyes closed.
Oh Tremorous Wind,
shiver me deep.
Let me not
fall fast asleep...
Oh Spirit of God,
walking in the evening
Let me not forget
the truth beyond my view.
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