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image of fence post, drawing by Randall Wood

Threading my steps along

that stone-strewn way I missed

the breathless luminescence of

cactus flower, hovering among

the spines.

Neither did I glance

up from my path in Time

to glimpse the newly

washed faces in radiant grin.

But weaving

through the litter over

scarred earth I thought

as I bent to the ground,

Why do I see only sadness?

-- Esteli, 1998


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