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Sunday, May 07, 2006

Powdered Stones

terra-cotta tinted dust
led the wind
in a dance beyond my path
unrolled a screen
a sepia movie of soft motes
stamped visions of the past
until it whispered out of sight
as swiftly as it sprang
left me in a trance
to rattle buried bones
to scatter age-old ashes
over powdered ancient stones

This poem is a found poem. It came, almost verbatim, while riding through the Southwest desert and after it was written I felt loss as well as completion. I return to that day each time I read these words.

1 comment:

Naturegirl said...

I can appreciate this poem having been to Sedona Arizona..love your words!