Thursday, May 29, 2014

the line










You
disarm me with your Sangre de Cristo attentions
divine connection
threaded in azure across miles & miles & miles
knowing comes without beckoning
forgiveness vessel'd in some seasoned understanding
hanging as it does here upon the cusp of summer
hanging as it does upon the memory of your hands
beauty locked in the acceptance of distance
to the
horizon line
disarmed?
perhaps not so much
tender comes the high plains light
and
easy the moments

hello sweet night

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