Tuesday, May 08, 2018

earth note 581

 
canyon walls like cursive
their lines impatient with the sun
and the river rush     
     an echo below 

when dusk comes
there are words that fit the poem
you think you've found
before they adjust and move on
 
fissures are connected
passing over each hour
finding new meaning
from warm and cold rock
     a grounding for the body
 
there might be talk from some
that a hand came down
to touch all this
 
or maybe it's just magic
beyond the supernatural
the sun and moon
with a hand as well 

by night
a new song
and galaxy
will take flight
 
--- e b bortz

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