Sol Shaped
Low hills bear
the weight of red
mansions
prayer gates & flags
support the opposed gardens—
shrubbery sun-shaped
gravel neat-raked
furrows and whorls
fly the paths
I have become stolid
heat-soaked & worn
I am old & welcome back
every/day/dreams
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America. Good. Sol shaped is soul shaped.
Bernard, please disregard the word “America” in my comment. It was picked up from my last comment.
i like the garbled sense (of the pass) of time in this
simultaneous dawn, midday-
and dusk.
midday, dusk, and dawn…
and i will always show up for gravel!
I am old & welcome back
every/day/dreams
A wonderful ending!