The Flight of Stars
I pray to do a poem that captures the stars that rush
Dorothy Roberts
A Place
There were no elders to control our actions
The Lamp
Inside the chimney a wick carries a small light
To The Sun in Age
How good will you be to what courts you still, asks your pardon
The Great Activity of Death
1. On one side feel a mass of the unknown
Time in the Cemetery
Stones stabalize the well when once we came here
The Siblings
The tide left its lone few upon the beach-here four-
Conception
A child at the window sees her own growth
Compression
Light says the two at once - distance and time
Failing of Famrs
Identifying oneself with farms
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