4.12.2004

LETTER TO EMILY D.




You would have liked it here. The sun flares colors
clear as the sea-floor. The Navajo
make tracks circled in clay so sharp, so
clean – bladework of feathers, aloes, arrows...


And then, the Grand Canyon resembles you –
the Colorado scribbling a planet down
through dry spectral layers to the wet
blood-red and prehistoric marrow.


For Scripture precedes history – your insight
precedes Scripture – April’s alpha and omega
purl playfully from your soul-saga.
Who finds you meets a palm-tree full of light.


Phoenix, AZ
4.12.04

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