sandalwood poem #15
it is an indirect suggestion
the burgundy sun slipping under
this level prairie
and all this earth
old valleys pensive
tides of its women motions
of wounds nations enduring
servants of the grain
this one only planet
swung out in space
whirling in clouds
this soft and blue lovely light
our luminous voice
commons of the living and the dead
there will be some yesterday
when we will be stunned with joy
old emblems sacred as hearts
draining in snow
© John Knoepfle 1978, 2004
This article appears in Aug 19-25, 2004.
