Saturday, August 4, 2012

From deep in the painted box

...scattered pieces
earrings, bracelets, pendants
the leaping enamel frog
the once certain pearls revised
a half-moon without its sun
magic offerings now
on the four altars
of the labyrinth
Each so generous
bringing to their secret places
luminescence, sudden recall.
How sweet the sage
of a consecrated place.

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