Sunday, July 15, 2007

Three women


mirth perhaps
and I was wondering about it

Outside the pressing black forest
and night to be lost in
and the secure feeling
of looking in unseen

Goodbye I’ve got to be
in the clay tomorrow
The night ignores me
I don’t know when I’ll see it again

And in the morning there is clay
When they’ve gone it makes my home
Red blue orange brown it holds together
There is strength in the clay

Toyon, 1982

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