Irene

 

 

 

 

ponders the abuse

she suffered as a child.

The nights were long,

bereft of a single star.

Mother Desert, far away,

awaited her arrival,

much more magical

than fairy tales of wolves,

witches, deceit, murder:

a place where darkness

sparkled with the light

of five thousand stars

and animals, with nothing

but will, breath, and clay,

pulsed their soft survival.

 

 

 

 

 

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Larry D. Thomas
 

Los Días de los Muertos
 

(Big Bend area, far West Texas

 

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