Forty Two Winters
We are hemisphered shadows eclipsing the whole. Ghosts after infinity.
Sunday, January 20, 2013
Unity
This river in spate,
Minarets across.
The muezzins call—
All soft footfalls
In memory.
These verdant greens
and vandyke browns,
the paleness of the
powdered sky—
stop this time flow.
They lull our cosmic souls
In unity.
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