White Smoke

I watch the years, ingrained

            in rings, winded

                        to withered yellow fire–

White smoke and away.

 

Swift heat, from the tinder

            in my soul, borne

                        of barren dry desire–

White smoke and away.

 

Moon cold and still as great

            distance; to dance,

                        time and gray ash conspire–

White smoke and away.

 

Numb dunes, dusty mingled

            ages, mountains

                        in tribute, mute admire–

White smoke and away.

 

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           

Winter 1990

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