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January 01, 2005

Broken Earth

Memories in the Sand. In this picture, I am holding my younger son while my sister Terry experiences White Sands National Monument in New Mexico for the first time. No too long after, she died of liver cancer.

Broken Earth
I am broken earth

with bared roots.
(Moist soil loosing
substance with each
gust of wind.)

Too soon, I am scattered
and the focal point
where my ideas gather,

I become a colony
of orphan thoughts
traveling on the
breath of ghosts
who have forgotten
their names.

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