In Absentia (Jan 03)
She sits on the sand
Sotto voce, blaming the earth and the sky
All around her stormclouds gather their charge
To let go upon the saints and sinners
But for now, they are lined with gold satin
And peach silks, like powerful kings
Lying idly by in their billowing robes, and watching
And making momentary decisions.
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