Saturday, February 9, 2019

Laska

Donna Brennan Gorgeous....xoxo
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So I gouged out a grave a few feet deep,
And there in Earth's arms, I laid her to sleep;
And there she is lying, and no one knows;
And the summer suns come and the winter blow;
casting petals of flowers over her head;
And the little gray hawk hangs aloft in the air,
And the sly coyote trots here and there,
And the black snake glides and glitters and slides
Into a rift in a cottonwood tree;
And the Eagle sails on,
And comes and is gone,
and is still like a Stately ship at sea.
And you wonder why I don't care
For the things that are like the things that were.
because my heart lies buried there
In Texas, down by the Rio Grande? 

Laska - Poem by Frank Desprez
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