Moreh

Crossing from there to

here... Crossing from

stone to stone…

In the wadi,

desert winds blow hot

Dust into the eyes

into the ears

into the mouth

and back into the eyes.

The taste of water,

once abundant,

fades from everything.

The Sun reigns over all

so I run from it

before I follow it

until I hide from it.

In a cave, I shake

until I beg the Stars

to fade behind

a warm embrace.

Sometimes there is shade

sometimes there is water

sometimes there is death

Rarely, we find life...

The wind fades as

the Sun humbles itself

before the rising earth.

I hear dry voices

whispering from

under the roots of

an old oak tree.

Under twisted wood and

borrowed dirt,

The gods are buried here.

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The Properties of Dust

1.

The Well

Moreh

Orienteering

Tides

The Properties of Dust

2.

Storm

Oncology

Upon the Ruin

Golgotha

Demolition

3.

Watching a Woman From Across the Room

Moonrise

First Snow

Antarctic Whispers

Lines

Bedtime Prayer

4.

The Red Car

Something Lost

Slough

Home

After the War

5.

Lair

Love Poems

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