Monday, July 12, 2010


Individual Patches of Earth

A lip of warm water
crawling up a stomach
one late afternoon
delight, a moment past

earth rejoices in
sprays of light
color blends
perfect, and revolting

paint chipped
on a broken face
forgotten statue
beneath a tree in winter

ripple of water
near, a stench
far away a clearing
in the distance…

heed the humming
of a plane - a bird, as clear
on hills beyond
a vision of vapor

lay tears of time
past, hastily
our evening solitude
our Ancestors dream

familiar spiral spin,
a course of roots
severe cuts splitting
earth is dug

we pass on different
minds, shrewd
dreamers of another
life worth living

A sealed book,
unread, unlearned,
unlike individual patches
of earth.

Nancy Duci Denofio
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