Unfinished Poems and Reflections by the Winged Horse at 45 (and 46!)
Teach us to wait,
O earth made of mud
burrow us
in your nourishing clay
Teach us to wonder
O stars born of dust
explode in us
like
questions-
these journeys
into time
Teach us to vision
O sky made of fire-
Style us in
streaming skirts
of light
The fox came back, scurrying with something caught, some fresh rodent or fowl. He has visited four times now, seeking. Or this time- int...
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