Friday, November 8, 1985

2ND MILLENNIUM


These footprints asleep
beneath the slow horizon
The sunrise is red in the swamp.
Volcanic ash sifting through the air
blankets the earth with a fine silk cover.
How our feet sink into ash
Soft grit of pulverized rock.
I pause for a moment
to look back toward the river.

11/8/1985

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