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