Man
In this place, where
the raindrops deliver eulogies
on the scent of musky breath, where
the river bends and turns its face away
from the shore where the stones
are hollow, where
the wind stretches out its arms
to shield its green children's faces
from the watch of strangers' green eyes,
I am bearer of sunset
on a nuclear horizon;
My footprints where I leave them
are strangers to the sand.
©1999 Elizabeth Hebert
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