Tuesday, April 17, 2007

Holding Job's Hand - (part one)

9.

you will remember it as waters
that have passed away

river of smiles a sky that is summered
dry blue vivid and the sky weathers
the still bright lives greeting strangers
friends alike rare pastel dust tones
a landscape dreams its people
streams tributaries branch
into the barrage



10.

will hope go down with me?
shall we together go down into the dust?

guess the probability be
that most charge on and so many slip
from the task the frightening
always present out of the blue
shift into a darkness one descends
the dazzling territories cautious
hope is to climb back from
the phosphorous dust clings
hope is the homecoming

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