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(dedicated to my brother, father, mentor and dog souldier lance henson)
a cool wind blows with solemnity
as sun has moved to dusk
quiet
from the suffering green silence
rain over a letter
written in autumn
where the past is scattered
like a butterfly
struggling
on a dusty road
ravens sleep
while the ark resurrects
from ancient ashes
and a storm of birds
sad like yellow leaves
flies clueless
in a sky of blues
clouds whisper words in my ear
words that slide down onto me
like rivers on a rocky cave
and gently
timidly
disappear
sun is awake no more
and with clenched hands
i salute the rising
maternal
moon
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