of our love and pity, can see night's passing feet
around the earth, on rotating centuries
across the stars, journeying over the ruins
of forgotten time since we first left that home,
where the dream began, where the road turned, and the sun
swung in its orbit, bringing you, dark angel, down.
FUGITIVE
I need to live
where it is cold enough
to seek the sun
More like that tree
well seasoned to the rough
of snow and ice
That keeps its fire
inside of root and bark
till heat is done
O fugitive
from winter and the dark
see the moon rise
THE TRAP
Of memory and hope
I made my rope
and swung