In the barnyard of my bone
Let the animals kneel down...
Poetry
David Sparenberg 7-01-1998
I have come forth
to set my heart
on the ground
and to make a small
signal fire,
mixing smoke
with dust and clouds.
The blue-white
flame, with the orange
aura, bright
as the blood oranges
of the south,
this
will be the burning
of my soul.
How long
does a soul endure
in a changing place?
Patricia Rourke 1-01-1998
The book of the Persian poet covered in red amber
promises riches, gold that filters through the cracks...