it is not enough to lament
to acquiesce to the bordered divisions of country
only once in a person’s life
can the sun become perfectly whole
imbedded at the nape
reminiscent of home
all other moments
are those of simple humanity
cacophonous tapestries
of sun & cloud, sea & river
for a wanderer to savor
for an artist to breathe
here in this scorching sun
a signal towards life
beyond a road sign
or a finely finished chair
beyond the temple of a windstorm
inside the gliding stone of remembrance
beyond a box of ivory or wood
despite cowry adornment
a lover stands bare in this desert
facing her lover
offering only the sweat
from the small of her back
from Seasons of Lotus, Seasons of BoneFind it in the library
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