The smell of dirt and ozone
in the cool of the day
when the Spirit comes to me
on waves of polarized light,
in the cool of the day
when the Spirit comes to me
on waves of polarized light,
I'm thinking thoughts of lightning,
and I’m waiting for the flash,
and I’m waiting for the flash,
I’m waiting for the smell of rain
in this shadowed valley
where the ruins of immortality
make parables,
parables and riddles
as rain drops make expanding
concentric ripples.
as rain drops make expanding
concentric ripples.
(2012)
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