| let me take you to a place of trees yet to grow in pots formed from hands careful on the wheel sit on this log cast with winds of pine scented eucalyptus calm a circle of welcoming marias cracked open together in candlelight praise the waiting moon central island of easel poised sunhat ready to shield artists eyes from too much clarity wild abstract thoughts cringe in sunlight beckoning ceremonies cauldron sits in an earthen oven fire's out under clay taboon resting from heated flat bread bakings candlewax marks the spot where others sat partaking in earths feast silent red mother guards sculpturescape bids shalom to those who pass july 2001 |
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