Monday, September 8, 2014

brightness in the desert

barren of water
no dark
only degrees of radiance

the air itself whispers
begins to enshroud
like a chrysalis

hours pass
full of vision

Erasure poem "brightness in the desert" and photo of Asilomar by Mary Bast,
Source of poem: page 71 of The Hours by Michael Cunningham

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