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and to think i saw it on floyd terrace

Tim Martin's Sonnet Project

Tuesday, February 01, 2005

Sand Madonna

when asked her runaway name
she thought of the zodiac
and its new cartography
she loved remapping
& followed with desert songs
in desire for rain
burning sweet gum
with wasp nest mask
she becomes a being of mud & violets
enacting our first rhythms
begs for riddles to end
enacts this voice of the people
in chant for the clouds to stop
with some semblance of mercy

1 Comments:

Blogger V.A.E. said...

this has an under-current of eroticism that is unusual for you but i like it. ;)

10:47 PM  

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