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World, they say it is your birthday,
a thousand years for each day of genesis
and we are using you up. But they have promised
that the next one will be better.
Oh End of Days, with your new earth
a…
The golden noon of the desert beats down silently
On the fields of sand.
Weary skies
Move palely
Over the stillness.
The sun’s step
Strides silently in golden shoes.
Camel footsteps cover the…
He was home from the East, this pilgrim.
He had left to seek a perfumed flower
that Solomon, whose hands grew dark
from constant prayers for beauty,
had planted in the gardens of En Gedi,
fashioned…
Summer is waning from the gold and from the copper
and violet
of leaf fall in gardens, and clouds at twilight
that drown in their own blood.
And the garden empties, only a few stragglers,
a few…