A living word moves upward like dove wings
Breaking morning sunshine in feather bejeweled
Tongues of flames that fall back to earth
And are tilled into dumb clods like autumn leaves
The Word leaves the earth in legs and arms
Intersecting with a smile or a kiss or even
Holding hands underneath a bridge
While the sound of cars pass by above
Words turn in wheels that move unmoving
Around moments of love that leave
Us waiting for the sun so we can fall asleep
Into moments of fire that purge us of desire
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