Friday Poem: Your Face

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It’s actually raining at this very moment, and has been for a while, which is wonderful for our garden and for the water tanks of many people around here. Maybe I should have had a poem about rain for today’s post, but I don’t…

Your face
is my face
And the flowers on the altar
Last forever
While the smoke rises
Rises curls and vanishes
Lost in the fragrant clouds
The ageless flowers
Lost in your ageless face.

The poem, being a bit mysterious gives me an excuse to share some equally numinous and enigmatic photos.

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