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Thursday, January 04, 2007

Powdered Stones

lead the wind
in a dance beyond my path
unroll a screen
a sepia movie of soft motes
stamp visions of the past
until they whisper out of sight
as swiftly as they came
leave me in a trance
to rattle buried bones
to scatter age-old ashes
over powdered ancient stones

Powdered Stones is an older poem which has been published several times in print and online magazines and was the lead poem for a chapbook of the same name. It's a favorite of mine.

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