Cabazon – a poem of sorts

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View of Cabazon from Placitas, NM

 

Cabazon

 

Bulging motion cauldron cloud of stone

Patchy layer of brief life paint

Boils against the swirl of mist

Caresses swift changes of sky

And seasons

Sleepy knuckles on the skull of earth

What do you ponder?

 

Promontory above the sweeping distance

Falling, sliding into basin of the eons

This flea of life across the flash of moment

Longs to feel your numbness

To the march of time

Your wisdom of silence

 

From Poems of the New Old West

Copyright©2002, Jack Purcell

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