Wednesday, June 25, 2008

POEM: Off To Peru

That dot, that black spackle against wild chicory blue sky
Is nothing alien, just the start of another story -
It is not me flying off to some past Inca glory -
I fly toward vertiginous height
One that is more than just Peru.
This speck in the south, this pinprick of light,
A pinched hole by which the soul
Of the unknown comes back with and into me
And thus, comes back and into you too.


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