Shine the light back down into the well--
this is the noon time sun that sees
all, that notices with wide-eyed wisdom
the once and future dark secrets crouched
low leaning against the wall.
Sound the bell back along the streets of the town
this is the vibration that brings
frequency to friendship and modulates meditation
when blessings fall from heaven in a shower.
Shut the wide wooden doors of the stone-framed gate
this is the simmering, lying in wait
of splinters for skin...
as lonely thunder rolls looking for clouds to touch
as summer storms begin.
1.2.2008
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