7/28/2005

In the Midst of Sumacs

Where shall we go? Can we escape
miracles or molecules
of our own making? What use
is a virgin with dark, fragile hair?

You have to ask yourself,

once everyday...

until the weave unravels

and ashes taste like bread;

until,

the moment arrives
in the midst
of the sumacs.

In warm, moist air.

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