Saturday, February 19, 2005

Lemon Rinpoche

Ash and Bone
I have not grieved on a page like this one,
never so eager a page, bare page of
days filled with red caps of sorrow cracked
against her pulp, page of ash and bone, a
magdelene page that expiates the issue of a
wound, sober page of a wiser knowing,
ground-page and root, a flow and purgative
remedy of tiny hours, a scrabbled page of
voices, body scored by storm-swept sand,
empty scabbard, full sword that
absorbs its mark in steel, this
lion page braving all the passing world.

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