Memory of Southern Still Life
Open the window
In floats the heavy sweet scent
Of magnolia and jasmine
The memory scraps
A part of the montage
That was my first life
Ample and flawed
Demons like insects
Trapped in amber
Chiseled in granite
“Still Life”
My domain was bracketed
By the whistle from the train
Lonely sound
Heard each evening
Just about sunset
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Sunday Whirl #59
New Mexico Thunderstorm
At the edge of the desert
You stand at the beginning
As you look at the horizon
You recognize the glow
You have seen it before
You crouch as if
To see it more clearly
Lightening burst across the sky
The world is split around you
There is a crash of thunder
Again like a chisel
Splitting the world
On one side you are whole
On the other
Your heart is pierced
And yet still beats
You crumple to the desert floor
And realize you are
Bloody and bruised
You draw all of your strength
To stand again
To begin again
At the edge of the desert
A wildfire burns
Note: Today a wildfire still burns in the south, the largest in New Mexico history, started by lightening. The wind has it out of control. It is said, it can be seen from space.
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